Fever (I)

There’s a pain inside my chest, as if I have just eaten something hot straight from the oven. I can trace it moving slowly down my throat, slipping through my rib cage to my stomach. It’s the words I swallowed when I saw your face as you came through the door. 

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© Terri Baker
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