Tuesday, August 3, 2010

An Unhelpful Redemption

I think of you.

I am standing in my bedroom, my sanctuary, alone. I support my fragile frame against the door.

You are not here.
You never will be, again.

A feeling encloses me.

From the back of my thin head, water rushes, crashing and brushing against each hair.
It encircles,
my head,
my mind,
my thoughts.

I am paralysed sitting on the side of my bed.

This blinding pain swallows me from my core.
It heaves and shakes in my heart.
My soul collapses from the pressure.

A tremble of my eyelids, and shut. Whatever troubles the world has to offer me I cannot bear.

An impression of your face in my mind causes my center to swell, then flood.

Each tear, a membrane for an emotion.

I grab my pillow to hold and to love, treating it as if I were you. Squeeze my hand to remember the touch. Cringe in pain at how much your departure has ruined me.

I love you, I miss you, I need you.

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