My Yearning Throat

Some things burn like acid,

searing the mind on both sides,

etching the air that fills my body.

Stark, intense, marks,

Molten fingertips,

a tiger’s scratch that draws the breath and drags me back again.

These things are born of

storms electricity,

thorough strokes

that cut and slice

right into

my yearning throat.

35 thoughts on “My Yearning Throat”

    1. That is exactly what I felt while reading it. It is very vivid and creates instant admiration for the pain. It isn’t destructive so much as it feels welcoming.

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      1. allergies to life…success…to dramatic love……maybe allergies to allergies…
        well i think allergies probably start somewhere undetected in the emotional body…so maybe!

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