Tickle – October 10, 2018

Grief, life, poetry 1 Minute

Gaining ground,

The tickle that vibrates

somewhere between your breast bone, and

the pit of your stomach.

Is going off.

An alarm that was set

A long, long time ago.

Buried,

Now pulled to the surface,

And screaming.

Not to be ignored.

Published by Doree

Grief Out Loud. Art. Life

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