Turbulence
A gust of wind fills in
the sockets of my eyes,
the cavity of my mouth,
the pores on my skin.
Tendrils compressed
my veins so hard that
they turn violet-
violently violet.
Slugs fall in and out
of my nostrils,
languid roses stains
my snowy gown.
Sparkling minerals
glow within my stomach.
One push and all is out,
splattering everywhere.
Copyright © Helen Cheng | Year Posted 2016
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