Conflict
It frightens me.
The rumblings below,
The feelings of heat.
Radiating, pulsing.
Am I aware first?
Or am I frightened by what may come?
Low tones,
Eyes darkened,
Brows tight.
My whole body responds.
It frightens me.
Tension and heat rise up
I want it to stop.
Just stop.
Cover it over.
Run away and hide.
Rumbling, quick, stilted, purposeful staccato words.
Tears pool deep, well below my eyeline.
Tension fills.
Heat rises in my neck.
It frightens me.
Written May 2020
