On the subject of fear:
saliva is always first to leave my mouth hanging me to dry
then my neck (sometimes my pants) bulges with excitement
it then runs all over my skin causing a racket like wind in a savannah
and the worst part is it’s just warming up
The next thing I know words, thoughts, sounds and images take on weight
my eyes betray me
my lips speak out of turn
gravity stops holding me
the north star refuses me direction
my heart knocks for a way out my chest
They are all after me
they all want a piece of me
To swallow me whole and leave me
dust for dust
ashes for ashes
but they don’t know
they don’t know that dust rises like smoke
and you can sweep it today but it will be back tomorrow.
