Sunday, April 7, 2013
Flayed
What is it about falling apart that makes the words come so quickly?
What is it about laying alone that makes the air ring so loudly?
What is it about a certain song that makes your chest twist up inside?
Have you ever bunched up the pillows against your body and curled up to sleep, pretending it was that person and they were there beside you, because you couldn't sleep if you didn't? Did it make you feel so pathetic, so relieved that you hardly cared? Did you wake up in the morning and reach out to nothing but cotton and cloth? Did the emptiness yawn. Did you feel the earth scream inside you, so loud that you were shocked when your skin escaped unabraded. Did it feel like this?
What is it about laying alone that makes the air ring so loudly?
What is it about a certain song that makes your chest twist up inside?
Have you ever bunched up the pillows against your body and curled up to sleep, pretending it was that person and they were there beside you, because you couldn't sleep if you didn't? Did it make you feel so pathetic, so relieved that you hardly cared? Did you wake up in the morning and reach out to nothing but cotton and cloth? Did the emptiness yawn. Did you feel the earth scream inside you, so loud that you were shocked when your skin escaped unabraded. Did it feel like this?
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