May 2014
branches are blown
half-heartedly across the street;
your words flung
full-throttle at my face.
leaves are rustling
through the wind and rain;
heat exploding
from my body in this rage.
cars are crashing
on wet and muddy roads;
mind aching
inside this tired skin.
*(a.m.c.)
half-heartedly across the street;
your words flung
full-throttle at my face.
leaves are rustling
through the wind and rain;
heat exploding
from my body in this rage.
cars are crashing
on wet and muddy roads;
mind aching
inside this tired skin.
*(a.m.c.)
Haven't been feeling inspired lately, and I've felt panic build up as each day ticked by without me writing. This isn't great, but it's something and it's what I'm feeling.
