Inner Flare Poem by Byantuyo Rahim

In times when the inners burn,
When blood rushes like dash,
And in a flash of time my inners burn,
Everything flares with in,
And am in a space where I am all alone,
Where I scream, hold on onto my shirt,
And rip it off
The echoes go so distant buh,
In turn-
All who hears them is me alone-and
Am at the verge where I hear my own exhale,
Feel and hear every quake of shiver through me
And I guess my time here is a tale to tell