Slip of the Tongue ~ A Collection of Poetry

Tasting Flame

It was thundering out that night,

violet violent streaks.

It rained fire,

when I was stuck out in those back streets.

Those bright tears of light bore down 

my figure,

blackening my eyes, ears and mouth.

Letting it linger.

I let those embers get swallowed up whole, 

breathing in the thickness and the smoke.

The taste of my burning core,

better than air, where everything's

bare and all I feel is sore.

~

I wanted to write a little background on this piece:

I wrote this the night my brother (Aidan) had a seizure at the house and I was really stressed (for obvious reasons) and just didn't really know how to act or who to call or what to do. I couldn't sleep or do homework and I just felt completely numb so I waited until 3 in the morning when my parents came home and went to bed. I wrote this towards the end of the night, when I was submerged in all the numbness. I don't really know if this all makes sense but I felt like I should write a background for it. 

Art on the side is an etching-print I did of a photo of my brother and I when we were younger.