by ale

This unnerving sensation reverberating within my hips

And I can’t distinguish between the gnawing at my heart with the awakening of my lips

As heart beats faster each second from my guilt entrusted being or obsessively compulsive mind

I am strung with the thoughts of chances and choices

And they seep through my veins as seismic pulses

What could have not been was within less than a close reach

Cause though I swore twice more than ten times

It is 6pm

And my hands are stained with the mark of a greedy hand

Hands that have inched larger than they should

Will lead me on, blood will pulse on, from within.