Monday, March 30, 2009

"The Fire Burned Me"

Lissette Carranza

I felt my heart pushing against my chest.
My blood rushed through my body and I felt my flesh burning.

I felt the tight knot on my voice that washed away my voice from my vocal chords.

My heart kept pounding.
I felt it in my arms, my legs, my face.

I heard it when I leaned against the wall, when I learned
Against my shoulder, when I closed my eyes.

That feeling, the feeling of embarrassment—I hate it!

I was empty inside, the looks they gave me.

The fire on their eyes; the look burned me.

I felt my heart pushing against my chest, my blood rushed through my body and I felt my flesh burning.

I saw the fire on their eyes.

The fire burned me.

That feeling; the feeling of embarrassment—I hate it.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

I love this poem. Your description of embaressment was so intense it made perfect sense. The essence of embarssment was caught perfectly.
-Jazzmin