Aggravating gulps of air
Lodged twixt innards and throat
They only pop up in the quietest moments
Then wait in your middle to gloat
©cih00
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.