Typed words
transmitted
from phone
to tower
in the time
it takes
my brain
to send
icy liquid shock
through my veins.
Short messaging
service tower
relays
my texts
to you,
while my synapses
shoot hot lasers
of fight or flight
hormones
into
each nerve,
muscle
and fiber of
my trembling
body.
Frozen,
cheeks flushed
with heat
mind
racing
to erase
what might be
a mistake
I can't take back.
Tracee Clapper lives with her family in Charleston, SC. She spends time in and draws most of her inspiration from nature, specifically birds and their habitats. She’s been published in The Blue Nib, Poppy Road Review, Spillwords Press, Young Ravens Literary Review, Impspired Magazine, and The Weekly Avocet.
She writes to heal her soul and those of anyone else within whom her work resonates.

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