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Heat Drips, Like Fire Across the Skin

lips to speak

I plucked the words, fresh and clean
To taste, with the tip of my tongue
Fresh fruit, a strawberry
A slice of citrus, orange strong
Texture smooth, thick cream
Lip to warm soft lip
I kiss them into him

Saccharine turns to ash
Chalky, dry
A parched desert
Of powdered milk

I taste,
Grit, gravel
Burnt flesh

Welling, behind the eyes
A thick membrane, a breathe hitch

I tried, I tried, I tried
Failure, dense thick, with thorns

The words were there
They were the wrong ones

I overflow, excess
I’m too much
The ratchet clicks and climbs, higher
The noose, tighter

Tiptoes, I reach

I want so much. I want so much.

Expectations, I wanted to touch
The rough words, I wanted them to seduce
A lure of blinding colors

I failed

As I said, here I stand, naked
Warm hand to bare chest
Honest as a heartbeat

Feel me.  Feel me.

Inhale me
Connect me

With heavy fingers
I scrawl and twitch
Each word, it rises
Inside my throat
A phoenix
To speak


Heart pulls, slowing
A stutter

Life ebbs
Flowing out, away from the shore
I’ve been dredged

Until nothing remains

My eyelids flutter, tremble, then close
Heat drips, like fire across the skin
Gasoline rainbows, lit
On pale cheeks

But said it could not be….

I can’t do this
I am a failure

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About Victoria Sawyer (283 Articles)
Victoria Sawyer is a blogger, author, graphic designer, social media enthusiast and mental health advocate. Shocking, honest, sarcastic and humorous, Victoria aims to make readers feel tangible emotions and physical sensations through writing that brings you into the mind and body of someone suffering from panic attacks, anxiety and this strange often darkly hilarious thing we call life. She published her novel Angst in 2013, which realistically and often graphically depicts life with mental illness. Along with crazy blogging, Victoria enjoys reading historical novels, playing with her naughty cats, engaging in rants and metaphysical existential meltdowns and using punctuation to excess in everything she writes.

2 Comments on Heat Drips, Like Fire Across the Skin

  1. I just finished reading your book and I absolutely loved it. I am also going to get my good friend to read it since she (as well as I) struggles with anxiety. I am officially a fan! Please find me on Facebook if you have one 🙂


    • Thank you! I will definitely look you up on FB for sure! If you ever want to commiserate on your struggles, hit me up through email too anytime!
      I’m glad you found my book and it spoke to you! That’s my goal, to let people know they are not alone and to have a voice for us! To tell those who don’t understand…this is what our lives feel like!


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