Poem I wrote in a day for my poetry class. I’m in hate with it and need feedback.
Aches
My teeth hurt every night and though they ache, I can’t help but force my tongue against each white ridge, reassuring myself, that they are all still there.
∞
Late last summer
at a party, someplace,
where I could only inhale borrowed air
from stranger lungs
I felt the
hands elbows feet
of every person near
and couldn’t tell who or where I began
I could not feel
which limb was my own.
∞
It overwhelmed me,
my lungs,
my entire quaking body
until every moment
hurt as the nights hurt my teeth
a pain I couldn’t help but push.
I needed a tongue, a hand, an elbow, a foot
to crush against each aching part, reassuring myself, that I was still there.
4 months ago | Tags: feedback major suckage personal poetry spilled ink prose
