9th
wild in the seat.
My head is on fire - my heart is pushing through.
This want, this wait…..for something far beyond this truth.
I’m sinking a little here - waiting on time’s current to remember where it left me. Pick me up, push me forward - connect all the years past and present to this.
My swollen breasts remind me that they’re impatient - gypsy promises have shelf lives too. I quiet them. Ignore their loudening stance. Shhhh….you’ll wake the heart machine and demons long left unstirred.
I’ve grown quiet these past few years - put away hot emotion, placed temptations far from home. Patience echos beneath this wolf skin coat and I hear the lamb bleat…..I miss the tigers in my life - and so diplomacy has its price.
Exhale.
Find me here….along the edge of this deep forest. The splinters of this frustration slithering their way in - my heavy heart alive and hindering its ability to drown my instincts beneath this delicate white skin.
Stop time for me………….I just need a moment to find my way in.
Huff.
- Temna Fialka 2012
