Isn’t it strange

how we feel feelings

in our bodies?

Like,

when I’m wracked with sobs

I feel it creeping into my lungs

saturating them with unshed tears?

Isn’t it strange 

how when

I’m terrified out of my mind

I feel ink slowly oozing down 

my spine,

colouring my back black and blue

with fear?

Isn’t it strange 

how when I’m angry,

I choke on 

all the injustices

And cruelties?

Isn’t it strange

how I hold love in my hands?

How I wear envy

like a twisted crown?

How hope

gently coils itself on the bottoms of my ribs?

Cause now I believe 

that feelings

cannot possibly be limited

to just emotions.