Natasha Tong
sometimes
it’s a burning
a sear of molten rippling
through my veins
and the gnash of teeth
sometimes
it’s a fizzle
a crackle pop of
simmering energy
of bright notes and
bursts of sunbeams
sometimes
it’s a numbness
an exhale of air
a sagging and flattening of
lungs and a gaping hollow
chipped in my chest
sometimes
it’s a prickle
a jab of poison
tipped quills
and a wave of
gooseflesh rising
sometimes
it’s a torrent
bearing down on shoulders
and gunshots of hail
pelting down on bare skin
sometimes it’s all this
and more
sometimes it’s one or
the other, overblown,
overwhelming – too much
but all the time
it’s just me
Natasha is an emerging writer currently in her final year of studying a Bachelor of Fine Arts in creative writing. With a love for exploring fiction and poetry she strives to bring to life pieces that express new worlds, characters, and emotion.