queen of hearts

I am the bump that forms
on your skin from ice
I am the the hum in your head
I am the tick in your foot
I am the spider in the room
I am the shake in your leg
I am the lift in your brow
I am the lump in your throat

I am the gust that blows
the paper off your chair
I am the finger that waits
that taps, that hesitates
do my dance and I will show you
the way of the wind

I am the dandelion
come sway with me

I am the dealer of the deck
born to win
I am the lady of the kingdom
one draw leaves you swimming in regret
I am the thing that speeds
the feeling of volatility

out of luck
there is no answer

I am the stagnant stare
the dull prick
that draws the blood
I am the weeds that grow
tall and uncut
time moves quicker
between you and me