Thursday, August 9, 2012

A.R.R.H.



A.R.R.H.


twisting
turning
pulling
excruciating in my gut
resists the want of food
or not want
the thick, luscious
velvet buttercup
but not for me
instead a crushing titanium
 the pressure burning
into my temples
my vision is like
I don’t have
my glasses on

tearing resumes,
wrenching every part of me
swimming in heat
and I sit
with my head between
my knees
lungs empty of breath
like two flat
paper bags
moments
seconds
years pass
and I breathe deeply
flat dry air as the
pressure ebbs
and I lie in the haze
and close my eyes


© Amanda Hall