It is Wednesday evening
and the world feels like
a sudden inward breath.
A storm is in the air
but only I can feel it.
Silver flashes, turns to red
rivulets down my leg,
endorphins in my head
and the storm abates.
I exhale.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
It is Wednesday evening
and the world feels like
a sudden inward breath.
A storm is in the air
but only I can feel it.
Silver flashes, turns to red
rivulets down my leg,
endorphins in my head
and the storm abates.
I exhale.