Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Words

Your words hit me
Like a fever
A sudden pang of pain
Cold air rushes in
Raises the pale hair
They stand alone

And I’m sucking in air
Lying in bed, sweating
Afraid to turn over
And see what’s on the other side

3 comments:

chris said...

gj!

chris said...

i dont even kno what this is about and i love it!!!

Maria Basile said...

Erin,

Cool poem. I don't know exactly what it's all about, but I love how you tied lines together with rhyme. My favorite lines:

Cold air rushes in
Raises the pale hair