Hesitant. Damaged. Gathering the loose material, she, slowly, wraps it against her finger, breathing gently. Quietly. Lifting her head upward, briefly, the remnants of tears streaming the length of her begin to trace against her lips. Beneath strands of dark hair, she shakes her head, attempting to hide the paleness embedded within her skin. Cold. A slight shiver forms within her body.
Turning on her heel, she places the frame of a photograph, the metal freezing against her palm, against the surface of her desk before allowing her eyes to fall on the wick of a candle. She leans forward, gathering her hair within her loose hold, blowing the flickering flame til it dulled. Setting the base down, gently, she fumbles with the edge of her nightgown brushing against her knees. Softly.
Lying against the mattress, her head resting against the material of the pillows, she whispers to herself, words flooding through her body, "Let me fall asleep tonight," She waited while the light slipped from the edge of the window, barely anything streaming through the glass. Neglected. Pulling the sheets up against her, she reminds herself, her throat beginning to dry, "And not remember him."
She silently shifts her position. Uncomfortable. Broken. In her sleep, her fingertips press lightly on the bruise.
What a heartbreaking write! Your use of words and detail really set the sad scene for me and it was as if I was seeing everything with my own two eyes. The depth here was mind blowing and the emotion was real. I hope this doesnt come from personal experiance but the way you wrote it was so real that it could only be scripted with real experiance. All in alll I enjoyed it although it broke my hearft. I like that you didnt go into detail what exactly happened because I made my own lil story while reading it.
Kaylee it is so good to see you posting again. This is a very deep and intense poem. Full of so much sadness. It is so hard to think that one person can handle so much heartache.
Excellent job on this.
I felt so sad after reading it ... you have beautifully narrated ... and readers are left with a feeling that this may happen every day to the girl which makes it even more touching...
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