Cold sweat


Your sweat smells different,

More sour,

When it’s laced with fear.

Liquid terror running down

In rivulets

Sprung from droplets

Profound and desperate

To escape from your pores.

Let’s bottle it all,

While you shiver,

And use it as warpaint.


Now is no time for defeat.

(c) Accidental Tentacles 2017

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s