Trapped Easy
Photo by OLHA ZAIKA on Unsplash
The body holds the brain
the brain holds the body
live or die, alternating desire
I roll skin from my shoulder
last week's burn, inhale slowly
lungs focused only on the purge
breath goes trapped easy as
pie on a summer sill snatched
mind goes harsh easy as
pie on a summer sill snatched
pie on a summer sill
summer snatched
air is fire, I drown every sip
clutch at the sill
knock down the pie
submit to the mind's endless summer.
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I know it's probably not what your words are about but the feeling of a good swig of Ballantines, rolling down my throat, a hot cinnamon slow burn, flushing through me, is what keeps playing back at me.
I love that. Poetry is wonderful in that way.