Here's my day 3 response for #napowrimo & National Poetry Month.
Incubation
My joints
and bone marrow
lined with
blood and freeze;
my spirit
can find echoes
in my deep,
point an arrow
to the start
of disease;
tongue thick
and swollen,
lungs
rattled with panic.
I welcome
this dark golem
red with
heat and ash.
I burn bright
with fever,
my body a nest
for this virus
to hatch.
Britt,
ReplyDeleteI love your first line My joints and bone marrow
lined with blood and freeze; that freeze... and
lungs rattled with panic/
and theimage beautifully auditory, strong, really terrifying.