![]() Morning SicknessA Poem by AnnaI feel ill when I wake up from the want to talk and having no words to fill an empty page. Something hiding in my stomach hungers for the lull of the storm. I dream in satellite-red film and toss and turn in asteroid dust. When I open my eyes they spill over with the gasoline I keep leftover in my full, violent heart. I make sure not to laugh hard enough to ignite the sparks. A fear of catching fire in outer space; burning like a star nobody would miss if it vanished from the night sky. © 2021 Anna |
StatsAuthor![]() AnnaRaos Crest, NowhereAbout"I say, Wendy...Always if you see me forgetting you, just keep on saying 'I'm Wendy,' and then I'll remember." more..Writing
|