Crinkles on my forehead
waves on a sea of skin
signs of tubulence
below the surface
An electrical storm
measured by neuroreceptors
gates to each possibility
open and flooding
Churn from beneath
as bubbly acid attempts
to forcefully escape from
its organic prison
And the eye stares
blindly calm, ignorant
of the clouded wall it's about
to slam into.
**From a completed poetry challenge in 2012. The topic is an emotion and it's opposite.
© 2012 Mach B
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