Scalp burning with erratic perturbation-
Wisps of hair detached from pale flesh-
Shaking fingers gripping into carved moons on dented skin-
The drug is in the stream, causing perpetual commotion.
And it flutters, flying like a bird
around the space of my flimsy stomach,
then a ferocious lion, jumping and *******
with not shame whatsoever,
not paying attention to the simple fact that I
have been left in awe -an understatement for such epiphany-
by words written by a stranger, strangely intimate,
resonating firmly against my rib cage.
My heart in a hurry to reach its eventual demise,
but the lack of care evident, for your words have
spoken to me in such a distinctive way, that
I don’t need anything anymore to keep breathing, other than
the poet softly whispering words in my ear,
uncovering them, when they were previously stuffed
with relentless loathing, spitted venom from ignorants.
They showed me that it was not mine,
that it never belonged in my system.
They taught me how it feels
to love something again.
And for that, I’m forever grateful.
I’m not sure if this stream of consciousness makes much sense, so please consider the fact that I wrote it with an unnatural amount of caffeine in my system while reading a poem that shattered me. I just wanted to say thank you to the poets that actively choose to share their poetry in this site. If you are reading this please know that your poetry has changed me in ways I thought impossible, definitely for the better. Your words have even saved me from my own self, so I feel like I will always owe you something. Thank you once again for choosing to deviate from the norm and choosing to follow that feared artistic path! You are touching hearts, and will keep doing that as long as you write. Thank you!
