How it BurnsA Poem by Pandrogynite A short poem that attempts to get across the feeling of intense emotional turmoil and stress. The steam is in my ears. Rising, billowing. Temperature cracks my skull. My skull. My mind. It's burning. My vision. It's blurring. My brain. It burns. Oh heavens. How it burns.
© 2012 PandrogyniteAuthor's Note
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PandrogyniteRaleigh, NCAboutI am not so much a writer as an a*****e with a word processor. But I get along how I can. more..Writing
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