What is Real?
What is Real? I am so cold on the inside that I expect to see my breath as I exhale but I do not "What is real?" "Am I frozen?" ...and so it goes around and around as I circle myself like a hawk ready to dive bomb its prey the questions creating space continuing to run further and further away from the truth into my own outstretched arms these arms withholding comfort pinching flesh with disgust avoiding my own gaze your gaze... Without knowing we refuse to see but the ice is crystalline magnifying each tormented thought and what was once numb ignites I am so hot on the inside that I expect to see flames as I exhale burning flesh but I do not "What is real?" Angela Minard 2016© "Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire....