A Slow Burn |
Issue 8
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It’s a slow burn
I’m guilty of trying to light it But didn’t notice when it caught hold A slow burn Deep in my core Beginning to creep out An occasional flare Into my fingertips Mimicking courage when I reach up to your face It hollows out my legs Allows me to step 3000 miles in a single gait Bold, gigantic steps just to cower at your door It turns me to lead while the butterflies swarm It’s a slow burn Caught in my throat Imploring a warm exchange of lips Urging a cordial exchange of heat |
NATALIE DEVANEY won 1st Place of the Poetry Writing Contest. She is a poet and musician from Homer, Alaska. She currently resides in her RV, traveling the US while raising her children. Inspiration has come from authors and creatives her whole life, as learning and enjoying books, poetry and music is a never ending journey of joy for her. Natalie's work tends to come from moments in life where emotions are too much to be contained and bubble out in some sort of prose or another, whether they be happy, contemplative, yearning, or painful and tender. Her work debuted in Empyrean Magazine in both print and online and can be found in Issue 4.
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