Description: For Day 19 of NaPoWriMo. Sometimes you struggle for inspiration and then you just look in the mirror…
They say a cold touch
Means your heart is on fire
But what does it mean when
My skin alights at the faintest touch?
A fingerprint will leave a mark
The leaning edge of a countertop a knife
Pressing scars along my arms
Pressing matters do not alarm me
A slap would rarely enrage
Does my skin overcompensate?
Hint to what lies beneath its rapid color
A blush, a semblance of pain
Where inside all is pale and even
Perhaps it’s too tame so my skin must
Flame so I seem