Electric
my stomach is like a coffee grinder
churning
[and breaking me apart]
transmitting worried signals
down my thighs
and into my knees, which buckle
[under the weight of the world]
down through my toes
which curl and buzz from sitting still
[for a few years too long]
Up to my shoulders
that hunch over
and create a protective cocoon
[formed by too much therapy
and not enough you]
they shoot through my lips
and into my eyes
which dialate and jump
[searching in vain for traces of you
left on my skin]
past my ears and into my hair
that curls and frizzes
[reaching out for your fingers
to brush out my tangles]
wow..I guess I'm back to writing wayyy too much
xox oxo
shanna
churning
[and breaking me apart]
transmitting worried signals
down my thighs
and into my knees, which buckle
[under the weight of the world]
down through my toes
which curl and buzz from sitting still
[for a few years too long]
Up to my shoulders
that hunch over
and create a protective cocoon
[formed by too much therapy
and not enough you]
they shoot through my lips
and into my eyes
which dialate and jump
[searching in vain for traces of you
left on my skin]
past my ears and into my hair
that curls and frizzes
[reaching out for your fingers
to brush out my tangles]
wow..I guess I'm back to writing wayyy too much
xox oxo
shanna