A Little Tartare

Feeling raw now, a few tears have rolled. And that chasm in the chest lies again open and vulnerable. Spent, drained. To revisit that space, those spaces… phew…

Not sure why but that is not for me to figure.

I can feel my heart beating and the blood in my ears.

I can hear the soft whirr of the cooling fan on the PC. The birds are silent and there goes a couple of cyclists in the lane.

No, they have started again, the birds, arguing over fat balls.

My hands are burning as are my feet, at the centres.

Something just passed through me. A wave perhaps.

Yup just a little Tartare…