NaPoWriMo 2017 #13
Unreleased, ideas build up under the skin,
As lactic acid, slowing muscles.
You can see them start to crawl,
Making skin move, hot feet under a red surface
Toward narrow pulsing tunnels
Echoing as they spill out mechanically.
Others slow drip into reflective puddles on the floor
Wasted, swept away; we prefer
Thicker skin and measured notes.
We prefer them hidden between leaves
And under mattresses, neatly and quickly