midnight.

A Poem by Britanie

i am the only body lying here alone.
the black sets in
and stains my heart
i'm dripping passion
out of my pores.
the fever is rising
my eyes are swollen sore
i'm blistering under my skin.
there is only the sound of crickets at 12 am
and overwhelming darkness.

© 2009 Britanie

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"I do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me. The two elements of passion are rapture and melancholy. It seems to me, I am that incarnate." Free-flow writin.. more..