What We Lose

It was a simple night, she suppressed her own mindset plunging self-shackled feet into their thoughts, their eyes, their thought processes, hoping to retain some semblance of solace in the familiar cold. -Reality is an infectious disease- What she allowed herself to notice, swimming reluctantly through the back of her mind made her breath ice, searing winter-stains on the autumn-edge of her lip. Love shook the decent little girl scraping by her parent’s esteem and dreaming in the dark reaches of her existence of a liberty that wouldn’t leave her screaming on her knees for God to banish all the monsters from her closet, and the putrescence of the memories that colored the back of her eyelids. Love took her by the hollow of her bruised chin and melted her into an above where stars lingered like fistfuls of berries in explosions of stratosphere, almost tangling with her hair. She felt the world and all her dreams slip quietly through her fingers, so she held his that-much tighter and left the ocean-echoes in the shell of herself behind. -she won’t care if they ever wake up-