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