Beneath The Skin

Some nights don't pass, they stay in the skin.

The kind of story you don't speak aloud, but replay when your bed feels too big. It's about the person you don't delete. The one whose name still makes your stomach twist, Not because you're in love. Because your body remembers. Maybe this reminded you of someone. Someone you shouldn't have touched again.

Or maybe you're still waiting for the knock. Either way, you felt it. That's what matters. If stories like this linger, it's only because the ones we remember were never really over and maybe you've been here, too.