Quadrille #96

Fevered

It’s a fevered dream,
you stumble sidewise
into a wild place, and you think,
God, don’t let me die here,
not now,
not here,
and you ignore that you’re
feeling very small,
and half ruined, and that’s
when your fever breaks
into rain.

 

 
for dVerse Quadrille #96 “Wild” ©️ Misky 2019

14 responses to “Quadrille #96”

  1. “and you ignore that you’re
    feeling very small,
    and half ruined, and that’s
    when your fever breaks
    into rain.”

    Holy wow. That is some gorgeous poetry!

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  2. I love this…..a fevered dream (hah! could be doubled into my prompt for today’s Tuesday Poetics!) that has one seeing wild things then shrinking and then somehow, the fever breaks…rain or drenched in sweat that suddenly cools….or a soft cold water soaked cloth placed upon our brow that feels like sweet rain dousing the fire.

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  3. Gah.
    These words leave me speechless, and a little gutted. And also, somehow, cleansed and redeemed. Too much, Misky. Brilliant.

    “and you ignore that you’re
    feeling very small,
    and half ruined, and that’s
    when your fever breaks
    into rain.”

    Like

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