Will stop (just a poem) (by Sheri)

Will stop

 when the shaking stops, it rushes right back up

into my arms making the creek ripples bulge like muscles, and

it will stop with a halt sign of my hand,

all four fingers standing up shaking like cowards,

they too love their body and don't want to lose it,

so sometime soon the shaking will stop,

maybe rush up through my arms past my neck up

into my face making the teeth chatter,

making the tongue roll,

when the shaking goes away it even goes

into my brain and down my spine,

chills and then heat, it goes

into the cracking of that spine,

or the cracks in reality open up like nuts, a dollhouse door or

a mouse trap, believe me the shakes

are going to go away, they already have,

they are going into my keyboard and puncturing words

if only my ducks were in a row,

but no worries, shakes, I'm not letting you kill me.