AliveA Poem by Mortricia What it feels like.
Electricity trips my fingertips and shocks my thoughts to being-
Each flick of my wrist is a subtle glimpse to what my eyes fell blind to seeing. Profoundly, these senses animate from deep within my core- Words trickle over hungry bones and make my blood crave more. © 2010 Mortricia |
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