04-08-2019, 08:51 AM
Introvert
This is how it happens every time:
the doorbell rings and my heart stops
only for a second but it hurts.
Then the panic pumps the blood
into my ears and stops my brain
while prickles of fight-or-flight
(who am I kidding? It's only flight)
sear like lightning head to toe.
Then from my hideout I whisper-shout
to the children to duck and hide,
But it's already too late as they smile and wave
at whoever is stopping by.
This is how it happens every time:
the doorbell rings and my heart stops
only for a second but it hurts.
Then the panic pumps the blood
into my ears and stops my brain
while prickles of fight-or-flight
(who am I kidding? It's only flight)
sear like lightning head to toe.
Then from my hideout I whisper-shout
to the children to duck and hide,
But it's already too late as they smile and wave
at whoever is stopping by.
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara