Daily Poem: The Stare Down, The Stone Cold Stuff ~ Emily Palermo
The Stare Down, The Stone Cold Stuff
~ Emily Palermo
sometimes, i still feel the heat
of every hand that’s wandered
across my body. shaking always
shaking, earthquake veins, an
uncertainty in the world,
stepping on the ledge and
looking straight down,
neck tingling at a ninety degree
angle. angels sometimes stare
at me with empty eyes.
i can match them.
i don’t have to blink.
somewhere, some time ago,
my mother is holding my face
between her hands and
crying for a response,
and i still don’t give in.
in the game of girl and god
only one can win.
