Brittle in Motion

You breathe indeed,

but how long in this wintry place,

with me, will you stay

withstanding every icy little emotion?

I see it in you,

not long to stay in this withering place.

Dying within your every piercing little emotion,

I’m brittle in motion.

Indeed I seethe,

but how long, in my burning palace,

can I last withstanding every heated little emotion,

burning and brittle.

Motionless.

Jeremy Anderson

Medical Records