Jessica YungPoetry 2009Leave a Comment

Throb, throb Pulsing Strong and clear Concentrated, deep and piercing Squishing, compressed inside The pea-sized cabinet. As if submerged in icy water But heated fast, not cold Throb, throb I cannot think a single word My brain structure’s lost its mold. Surely! Stones hitting at the rear Can you not see a being here? Watch out! New daggers flying To … Read More