Miraquill
The basket Case Speck
once spoke to an ear; of now not close to its lobe
of which pertaining to a woman
she was keen to listening to my condition without terms
' I suffer Insomnia'.
with knee jerk reaction
she spoke like the pillars underneath the rocks
a therapist of colossal paranoia; the human panacea.
In transition of healing, she spoke
' I suffer chronic hot flash'
'reasons my tear duct functions.'
with knee jerk reaction
I lost in quietness,
the impatient motorist honking with no toot
the uproar on mute.
She's a healer who abstains from drug abuse; Self prescription
or she's a quack to herself?
©voices_as_thoughts
#hotflash
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That Time of Life
3 AM
A fire's been lit
The flames intensify
Reds, Yellows, Oranges
Heat, steam, smoke.
I wake, overwhelmed
It's coming from inside my head,
Spreading down to my neck,
My chest glows, radiates.
Woosh!
The covers are shoved off,
Shirt gathered up to my neck.
The fan wafts cooling waves
On my bare body, colliding with
The drops of perspiration condensed
Over my brow and breasts.
Goosebumps
Chilled now,
My flesh begs for cover.
Shirt goes down,
Covers come up.
Smooth sheets soothe.
Breathing slows.
Slumber beckons.
3:30 am
The fire rages again.
@alangholt
