With emotions
Protruding like spikes
On the ball of a flail
Her presence
Consumes the room
Even her voice sounds
Rough, pitted by
Adrenaline surging
Through her veins
Her mood
Is more than stern
As if bitterness
Rests around
Her heart
And all calm
Is hidden somewhere
Within her shadow
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 9:47 AM UTC
With emotions
Protruding like spikes
On the ball of a flail
Her presence
Consumes the room
Even her voice sounds
Rough, pitted by
Adrenaline surging
Through her veins
Her mood
Is more than stern
As if bitterness
Rests around
Her heart
And all calm
Is hidden somewhere
Within her shadow
* Merriam-Webster word for the day, May 28, 2019
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