May 2013
I feel coldness within me,
the gentle thrum of my quiet heart.
Frantic, muffled beating,
that hums against my ribs,
gaining momentum,
as pupils swallow irises;
all consuming blackness.
the gentle thrum of my quiet heart.
Frantic, muffled beating,
that hums against my ribs,
gaining momentum,
as pupils swallow irises;
all consuming blackness.
©Nicola-Isobel H. 14.05.2013
