Post Traumatic Echos
moonlight tastes sour
sweat runs through bedroom sheet veins
she gives up on sleep
hallway footfalls
undesired sharp edges
reverberations
echos beat within
in discord with her heart
as hands grip at wind
doorknob, alive, there
embraced by her palm frantic
gasp … inhale … freedom
Delia
Mon 29th May 2017 18:41
this really touched me, you use the english language in such a beautiful way, I can't even describe what it is that I love so much about this poem. All I know is that your writing has access to my spine.
Immediately added you as one of my favourites!