The walls start to close in at the breath of the word,
A malicious and malignant throbbing burrows
Deep where your brows meet your nose.
Days and nights become blurred
Into one steaming broth
Of stress and worry.
And the walls
This weeks Poetry 101 Rehab from the great MaraEastern is all about Deadlines. Giving me the opportunity to play around with format a bit, go check it out and have a go yourselves 🙂