Vein Flames

I often wonder what kind of crazy

I’ve been-

 

The manic, run-around-go-go-go

kind who can’t control her

yelling mind in child’s pose-

 

The dark whisky, slow-burn-cigarette

kind consuming toxins because 

it feels like an old lover’s touch-

 

The silent, harboring

kind who portrays a calm facade for

the benefit of her own solitude-

 

I am no longer one of these-

I live between them,

even sobriety can’t quiet this

mind or remove the familiar feeling

of flames in my veins-

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s