candles light up.
I am touching my body, remembering us.
caressing my tattoo, wondering if you'd like it.
my short hair whispering to the wind,
my hands giving up,
my legs holding on.
everything is black underneath.
eyes wide open, cannot see anything.
tense jaw,
wet cheeks.
YOU ARE READING
numb.
Poetrya place to "unthink", to hide, clinging to your thoughts, melting your soul with mine.
