A look into the mirror,
And all I see is someone
Whose pupils are dilated
And cheeks with hints of red.
Whatever unusual features I don't see,
I could feel it in the form of hot blood
Rushing throughout my body,
As well as my brain being squished
By the very skull that keeps it contained.
I walk away from the mirror.
I look at the water bottle on the table.
Without hesitation, I grab it
And chug it down my throat,
Only for a voice to pierce through my skull.
Enough to grab my attention,
I turn to see where it came from,
Prompting me to drop my bottle
Because my eyes catch sight
Of the one person that keeps me sane.
I rush to this special someone,
Wrap her into an embrace,
And by the time I lean forward
To make my lips meet hers,
I fall headfirst to the floor.
Instead of her body cushioning
The impact, I feel the hardwood
Floor press against my skull
And she is nowhere to be seen.
Down on the floor,
This burning sensation lingers
While I realize you were
Merely a figment of my imagination.
YOU ARE READING
Burning Sensation
Poetry[Poetry] No description can fully define love, for the only way to truly understand it is to feel it, especially every shade of it. Circa 2016-2018
