My heart,
Entombed in black nail polish
Ten coats thick,
Painfully pumps
Dark soda liquid
That fizzes violently
Then settles heavy
In my veins.
My swollen throat,
Pounded with bright red Pop rocks,
Tightens around one long, black arrow
Whose sharp tip
Jabs each vital organ
While my lungs,
Like weathered bagpipes,
Torture each breath.
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Katelyn
Dang, girl, what happened?
jacsprat
Oh, no worries, I was just thinking about some stuff. Nothing really recent. Thanks for asking! Luv ya girl! 😀
Carol Ann Hoel
Now there’s a digestive catastrophe in the making. All the rest of those images were nothing compared with that long, black arrow. I love the nail polish and the dark soda liquid, etc. Thank you for stretching my imagination! I read the comment above and your reply, so I get it. Blessings to you…
jacsprat
Haha, yes “butterflies in my stomach” never quite adequately described it…
I agree about the arrow-while the other elements are more common and have a lighter side, the arrow brings in an intensity I wanted this poem to have.