Pulse Beating slow and steady through the skin of my temple... My pulse softly reverberates underneath my head's pillow. Abruptly my beats quicken, now loud and askew... By my minds reckless wandering to the sudden thought of you. November 26, 2022October 8, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Anger, Disgust, Fear, Him, Me, Memories, Poetry, Pulse 6 Comments