Spinal Reflexes
My eyes dilate to accommodate the danger
As high pitches screech the chalkboard of mammalian warning
Something's rotten about—undulating waves of smell
Whose metallic taste shuts down my gut, signaling how my blood curdles
When a lover's hand, so warm before, pilomotors in prickly, icy touch
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
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