Caught in the midst of an endless cycle,
she alternates between
numb and inflamed, cool and intense.
The roller coaster between
Passion and Apathy makes for a very bumpy ride.
Feeling stirs fear
that she will lose control, drip into oblivion,
a puddle to be trifled with under hob-nailed boots.
But turning a cold shoulder,
selling herself to indifference only leaves her stiff at the sidelines,
forgetting to inhale.
She tells herself that the next time the warmth comes,
she’ll let go completely;
at least if she melts, she’ll have her moment
in the sun…