I touch my pulse
to remind myself I am sane:
blood is throbbing beneath my skin
in every blue lilac vein.
My hands tremble,
the pillow and sheet echo every sound,
every flutter of panic
coursing – swift acting poison –
through my limbs.
And I know this is chemical,
I know the darkness is all
perceived – intangible nothingness –
but I am tired of tiny deaths
and saving myself from every grave.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020
Kristiana this is powerful and beautifully written. Lovely work. Have a blessed day. Love 💕 Joni
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thank you Joni! 💓💓💓
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I can relate to this poem so much. Our loving can go too far unless we spare our hearts.
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❤️❤️
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