Red to the Bone

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I wait for it am calm which is strange am normally tense when it approaches me.
It's here I can feel it, my blood begins to warm it surges up my legs to my back then wraps itself around me neck.

My nerves and senses are tisick it likes the position am in,
Vulnerable at it's mercy I cant say I dont like being at it's mercy
My breathing intensifies in anticipation of it.

I like the weight of it on my chest I feel grounded which makes me loose clarity
I need to change my behaviour but I like it's attention I've adjusted to it.

Yeah it warms me up inside I can't be this hungry all the time but when it's good it's bad.
Or when it's acting bad it has a good part
Should I try to open up more and see where it takes me.

It feels good but it also feels weird it's like something's missing
Not to say I don't like the disfunction but sometimes I want to walk away from it.

 


Submitted: May 06, 2021

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