My Ache
I ache...
All of me. Aches.
My heart thunders in my chest. Barely contained by its cage of bone.
I can hear it in my ears. Thumping.
Pumping blood to my brain, that aches,
with the thoughts pounding to escape from their ossein shell.
Bruising me.
Head heavy with dreams, with yearnings, a hunger I can not break.
It aches.
Tears liberate themselves from the chaos of my head.
They flee my eyes to caress my cheeks.
Freely brush over my skin leaving paths down my throat to my chest.
Nothing can stop their intention.
To escape.
The ache.
It's still there, in my body, in my soul, in the very fibres of my form.
An ache so strong I can touch it.
I can brush it with my fingertips.
Feel it on my body its so solid and so real.
It's all over me. It's all through me. It consumes me.
My ache...
Copyright © Just Dylan | Year Posted 2019
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