On Whisper and the Roar.
How do I express my anxiety? Let me dip my nails and bite my skin, with the horrors of iterative chills like a wood spanking my cheekbones Colour changing, chameleon tongue. I am pulverized in this shade of trance, with my thoughts eating my red eyelids. Pich and pluck or pluck and pinch Spit and run or run and spit The ebb of heart rises like high tides in sigh. I sit in this corner, burning now along with the burning ink.
I love this. Keep writing!
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Thank you Katelyn.
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The struggle is real :). Wonderfully penned Devika.
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Thank you so much, Siddharth.
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The ebb of heart rises like high tides in sigh.
Such a beautiful line, but so is the poem.
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Glad I am.🙏🙏
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Yeah all of us in this business, burning down little by little…a word at a time. Beautifully expressed.
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The struggle and pain described so well 🙂
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Thank you.
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So beautiful and deep.
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I am grateful to have your kind words.
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As usual this is simple and good..” Let me sip my nails and bite my skin is my favorite line,and the last line was amazing,..”I burn now along with my burning ink”
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Thank you Kalyan.
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Nice one!!
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Lovely poem on subtle expression of emotion, specifically anxiety.
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Yes, I am glad you could resonate well with it.
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