MARIA ROSE
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Too Hot Blood
I can feel blood roaring in the back of my eyes. A steady beat when I am quiet. Always a
gentle tide. In the early morning I can hear it urging me to action; warning that it won’t
always be there. Then I become angry at the urgency. Why does it always have to move and
be hot? Sometimes I wish it were cool and slow like a winter river. I don’t know how to talk
back to my blood in an effective manner. I want to let each tiny cell know that I can’t stand
their pressure and I don’t have to. So, I have started tempting hypothermia. I use the
external world to cool my blood. Unfortunately this is very uncomfortable because the heart
of cold is hotter than hot.
By
Maria Rose
I can feel blood roaring in the back of my eyes. A steady beat when I am quiet. Always a
gentle tide. In the early morning I can hear it urging me to action; warning that it won’t
always be there. Then I become angry at the urgency. Why does it always have to move and
be hot? Sometimes I wish it were cool and slow like a winter river. I don’t know how to talk
back to my blood in an effective manner. I want to let each tiny cell know that I can’t stand
their pressure and I don’t have to. So, I have started tempting hypothermia. I use the
external world to cool my blood. Unfortunately this is very uncomfortable because the heart
of cold is hotter than hot.
By
Maria Rose
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