I feel you in the chill wrapped around my shoulders, a familiar friend, neither denied nor welcomed.
Old shadows. Sweat. Flaking paint over iron.
I feel you in the control of the shaking muscles in my leg, uncomfortable and dear for the pain.
Worn rubber. Smiles. Snow on the hills.
I feel you in the burn of the frozen rain as it pelts my skin, pebbling the flesh with icy fingers.
Tears in the dark. Sorrow. Hot chocolate with cream.
I feel you in the music playing in my ears over the beeps of the machine, like an old, well-worn pair of shoes.
Familiar rhythms. Songs. Colored pencil faces.
I feel you in the memories we made and in the memories I’ve borrowed, making space for nostalgia.
Guilty letters. Sun. Grass growing around a gravestone.
Categories:
pebbling, death of a friend,
Form: Free verse
Words
Of regret
shedding its skin
across my paper
Words
Of malice
pebbling my skin
in a hailstorm
Words
Of kindness
tie-dye my tshirt
orange, magenta, blue
Words
Forged of steel
slicing
A hot knife through butter
A taco chip
of Words
double-dipping
into a soul
Categories:
pebbling, bullying, emo, how i
Form: Blank verse