When do my metaphors become
Euphemisms I'd rather hide behind?
Why only grasp at the hairs
I know I'll pull out?
I step on every crack
Knowing I'll fall through
It's acupuncture for an aching heart
Sticking needles in dying skin
to stop the muscle from
searing in my chest.
My voice can only quiver so much
Before my shivering hands give me away
Every punch you throw inadvertently lands
on my throat, and I cough out your name
Like a cold I can't shake.
Watch this fever take me over
Watch me bend until I break.
um nothing, lol, this is a nice piece...I love the flow, the imagery, and even the questions in the beginning work, which I often dislike...I love the last 2 stanzas, great close...wishing u peace n poems, jewels
