Lose Face

by Tina B.

That nerve is severed for good,

like a twig breaking meekly underfoot.

Pain the wave tearing rips,

Electrical lightening whips.

All day that blanket snapped and swelled.

You had to speak as if your lips

Would do anything to leave your face.

If speaking was at all possible…

Your lips would beg just that!

Instead nerves sparked and twitched

in a Static wave of crossed signals

That turned viciously ferocious

By the simplest things many

Hold for granted !

All day that blanket snapped and swelled

You had to speak as if your lips Would do

anything to leave your face.