Throbbing within, not a second of rest,
A pressure swelling toward eruption, burning—
A tormenting tickle crawling downward,
My throat a raw and aching corridor.
Each breath scrapes like broken glass,
Heat rising in waves I cannot swallow.
A pulse of fever hums beneath my skin,
Insistent, hungry, demanding to be known.
Still I brace myself against the surge,
Hoping the fire will soften into warmth,
Hoping the night will loosen its grip
And let my body remember gentleness again.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 1:14 PM UTC
Throbbing within, not a second of rest,
A pressure swelling toward eruption, burning—
A tormenting tickle crawling downward,
My throat a raw and aching corridor.
Each breath scrapes like broken glass,
Heat rising in waves I cannot swallow.
A pulse of fever hums beneath my skin,
Insistent, hungry, demanding to be known.
Still I brace myself against the surge,
Hoping the fire will soften into warmth,
Hoping the night will loosen its grip
And let my body remember gentleness again.
