Sensitivity

Composed 4/19/16
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
Human

Vulnerable

Composed 4/16/15
Description: For Day 16 of NaPoWriMo. Technically written yesterday, just late in posting!

I was sitting in the hospital as my uncle was having surgery when I wrote this.

You think you’re made of marble
Solid, prowling beasts
But take a knife to stomach
You’re just compressed, vacuum sealed
Meat

In sun you run without worry
But in dark the rot sets in
You thought you’re made of marble
But you’re a miracle, a temple
Of skin