Your voice
So soft, delicate, tender
Is no longer loud enough my darling.
My whole being trembles and the pure skeleton beneath my pale skin uncontrollably rattles.
It makes the loudest sound
It wont go away
It shrugs off
Your touch.
Like a sudden feeling of apprehension
The quaking horror and dread.
Your touch falls away, with every jut and although I'm only tiny,
Hits the ground like a train disconnected from the bridge track.
Your face
And features
Like everything else in my mind,
Evaporates.
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Author:
elsiewarrenswords (
Offline) - Published: May 6th, 2017 06:46
- Category: Sad
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