Life or something like it....

Something I learned I can do this week.

Cry

Despite the

Dry Ball of anger
snuggled perfectly
in the hollow of my throat


Humming birdlike
heart palpitations
that tickle
lung, breast and nipple


Fury fueled nerve endings
muscles, joints and bones
and heightened senses


Temperature escalates
as fire seeks refuge
in cool-blooded
veins and capillaries

Eyes blush
pupils dialate
the cups nearly full
but as the ball pains
the heart beats and fire blood
creates misty eyes
never will they ever
see
me
cry.

~That Mackey Girl~