When the riptide faded from the beating of my heart
I attempted a tango of breathing, twisting air around
thick tongue and blocked throat as waterfall trails
slimed their way from fragile lashes.
The lava in my chest was stodgy and frustrated -
failure of complete eruption leaving a bad taste in its
flagging energy waves.
I tiptoed fingernails over my skin and shivered trepidation;
even as I knew nothing would come of my wishful thinking.