A quiet rush
Expectant hush
As the laptop flickered white
The mind perturbed
My world disturbed
To unleash the storm inside
A settled list
A trembling wrist
At the numbered goals ahead
One furious thrum
And frantic hum
Were the nerves that climbed my head
A hunter’s net-
The timer set
The numbers, cruel and wild
Their choking reel
A haunting feel
A monster to a child
The button ...
Aziama dropped her pen and looked away from the flickering flame of the candle.
She could barely think straight. A lump formed in her throat when she let herself fully realize that it had been hours since she’d sat down at her pine wood desk. Hours since she’d allowed herself to get lost in the terror of unleashing all of her worst demons into words... furious, untouchable words.
For the first ...
Your eyes. Your chocolate, brown eyes. Those eyes shine with a million emotions. When you’re content, I practically feel the peace emanating from them. And they bloom wide open- a stark contrast to their resting look- when they report fear, shock, or surprise. Facing confusion or annoyance, they snap shut as if to illustrate that you’ve seen enough. Seeing those eyes makes me laugh. Makes me smile...
