#poem-a-day#poem#writing/poetry
energy suck my heart is wound up arteries coiled up like a bloody spring the fuel pulsing through like raspberry icee sucked through a squiggly straw.
tension and potential are turbulent lovers the fear of failure the hope for satisfaction. fearing success, hoping for resonance.
for me, or for us does my energy flow? do I have enough breath to keep the liquid sucking?
yes, no, no, yes. i must, i just adjust my angle- jiggle the straw- stir the slush- dislodge the frozen bits- choosing my only choice to keep breathing, flowing sucking.