Drumming my ears shut
Of fear filled noise
Clouding my nose.
Burning dry my mouth closed
Forced to swallow dry
Drying my well of liquid – I thirst.
Palms sweating and my hands resisting to unclench the
Muted screams inside –
Silenced outside by fear – I blink
Hands unclenching while eye lashes shutter open and close
Toes uncurling me into action –
Adrenalin punching me further/
Heated by fury/
My feet steaming to align my spine to confront!
Ravaging leopard leaps – I ATTACK
I’ve been writing for about 8 years now. for me writing is simply captured in Steve Biko’s phrase “I write what I like”.
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