thoughts and things

Knot – Prose for thought



I feel a knot deep within

a twisted stinging knife inside

pulling, picking at my skin


thoughts drip slowly like a tap

constant drumming, running, humming

hammer pounds my head attacks


heart beats faster, blood pounds hard

tears well at corners hiding slyly

pain like glass like broken shards


green eyes shine, the knot gets tight

jealous wrath of memories

seeing smiles, fire ignites


holding on, my calm restores

this feeling lingers under skin

my heart is brusied; my heart is sore


Emily Tealady 2013








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