Observations

A short poem I wrote on my typewriter while feeling anxious, it best expresses my thoughts at the time.

Hard nails scratch against soft skin,
Loose hair pulled back tightly with elastic,
A cold body bathes in warm waters,
Screams fill the head of the silent,
And anxiety weakens the heart of a lion.

Reviews

[Blake Fodor]

Awesome, so haunting in depth and hue, this piece is excellent, kept me reading, wishing for more.

[Ellen Randall]

Thank you x

[Babe Roxx]

I miss my old typewriter...the font...the click sounds...but I'm all about progression...I love how you describe anxiousness...and anxiety is spontaneous.

[Ellen Randall]

Type writers are just really fun because they are so instant but I understand what you mean!
Thank you!!

[Babe Roxx]

OMG! Yes...it is fun, right. Sigh, I miss my portable and electric typewriter. Nonetheless, I'm happy with my iPhone. :)

You are very welcome, Ellen.