Something in the grasps that show
Every little thought structure create a shiny new vacancy
As I cradle my head to appease
The barrage of mind riots
That I can’t seem to shake
Not so loosely that I can mistake
for another something less costly
My eyes closed to the fingers typing
Musical notes of chills that
Explode through my body
Like a tidal wave of fear
I have never felt so near
To a feeling I can almost
Reach…
Jen Juice 