A tickling of migraine
A roller coaster not quite buckled in
And rising
Rising
A pressure to push your heart from your chest and do something
A stalling breath a sigh to sign you will live
perhaps
on another plane
I am misspent time
Unopened til spoiled
Begging for my sins to be forgotten
Forgiven
I am unclaimed
Baggage
Unheeded crone
Wandering the carousels of men’s hearts
Snatching up the eyes of all the younger patrons
And hissing as they pass
Drumming my rhythm
Proud and true
AbyKittiwake 