Condition

I can feel my pulse in my teeth

Smell the dirt with my hair

Feel your stare in my spine

Taste the iron of blood

Hear a beat behind my eyes

Taste heat in my throat

See lies between the whispers

Sense motion amongst the trysts

Hear fear during laughter

Love bruises rising from skin

Cry for euphoria

Hate the smiles in a car crash

Breathe sand through my lungs

Lick the fur of earlobes

Wear the poison of promise

Keep time in my pocket

Run through waves in a drought

Smell the sweet and the salt in sweat

‘I walk through life liberated of regret’,

She says