Delicate morning

Warm hand placed on my heart
burns in the mark, eyes are more fluid

Only in these short bursts of feeling neutral
Do I realise I am burning paper
Wishing my days away

I can tackle the world with such velocity
if only I wasn't put back in the box

Won't be long til the blackness comes rolling in.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

something like writing...but without feeling...that neutrality burning a hole in the paper...while my heart cools to blue.