The heartbreak of tattered lingerie:
Yet solace had been found in their reconstructed seams.
The pads of my fingers befriended their newly formed spaces.
I was..
Dazed. Awestruck. Bewildered.
I couldn't pick my favorite synonym.
I was stuck to say the least.
Permanently embellished in a temporary trance.
Some say it was just to ease the pain.
While others say it caused it.
Bitter syrup.
It knows the ridges and the bends that my throat has to offer:
All too well.
All too familiar.
All too soon.
"A spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down."
Remember that, I sure as hell did.
