Words pinch through my veins itching inching their way along
Cracking ribs and shaking heart
I am fire
Trapped in glass
I can’t move for the labels lassoed around my wrists.
You see me. Do you see me?
You can’t hear me.
I wrote this piece in my Writing Poetry module at University. We were asked to write down an experience or memory in 50words, then to condense it down to 20words, and then to transform it into a haiku. Continue reading →