rumbling

rumbling

the rumbling inside
my body
the urge to burst out
and run
sweltering and uneasy
i sit and wait
for the night fall
to come
i pour myself to fit
into the glass
slipper
steadily cleaning up
stitching in
what needs mending

i speak to feel
and paint to see
the heart lay in a
thousand pieces
piercing and stapling up
what lay out
on the table.