A Night Untitled

3 Benadryl
My body is damaged, depleted and drawn tight around my bones
Skin that shivers through the sweat 
A heart never to be trusted.

How many of these edge-balanced days are left?
Give me 1,000. And fill heaven with the stars of night.

In the silence, I hear my skin cells living and dying. Being birthed again. 
And all these miles of nerve fibers. Laid out like twigs. Drenched in kerosene. 

Yes. I'm on fire.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Toney Avatar
July 4, 2019 at 11:15 AM
Gina, my wife suffers from Fibromyalgia, and I dare say that this poem approximates what she describes when she experiences intense fibro flares. I'm Faving this so I can share it with her. ~Mark
Young Avatar
July 12, 2019 at 12:52 PM
Also... thank you for sharing this with her!
Young Avatar
July 12, 2019 at 12:51 PM
Thank you so much for your comment. I have problems with my nervous system due to diabetes complications. I'm sorry to hear about your wife's illness, I don't know much about fibromyalgia... it's nice to know someone else understands though, as awful as it is.
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace