Internal Aggression

[Wicked Miss]

Internal Aggression

 

Capsize in the cavity of my chest

And fever this frost that tapers the flame.

The death of me sweeps too fast under the gray

And the eyes milk over the motions of today

And I fear it will conquer this starving root.

As I’ve tried eyes past lids to twist the bitter out of my pallid.

 

I’ve cast this hope in gold and bound it in steel wire teeth

Against these tides

I want the gray to know what’s mine

I want this beast to know my blood from its heat

And the way it brews against the coils of my veins.

 

For all that I own

In flesh and bone

I want it know it

I want it to fear it.

 

 

I wrote this about overcoming panic attacks.

[Blazer]

" And fever this frost that tapers the flame"...

 

Great Line ! Very well written Wicked Miss, thanks for sharing it.