Tonight's Poet Corner: Internal Storm
Internal Storm
by Belinda Roddie
The sun's branding my skin, the rum
in my bottle growing icicles. This whole
hot and cold tornado will carry me away.
Deep inside, I feel the bells ringing,
chiming out my personal clock. The hands
need aloe vera. I am burned from both
the fire and the snow.
by Belinda Roddie
The sun's branding my skin, the rum
in my bottle growing icicles. This whole
hot and cold tornado will carry me away.
Deep inside, I feel the bells ringing,
chiming out my personal clock. The hands
need aloe vera. I am burned from both
the fire and the snow.
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