Reading
My fingertips graze against the smooth spines
Of so many friends, stories, and realms
All in the comfort of my home
Waiting
Sunlight from the large windows illuminate my haven
My feet raise to their tiptoes
Allowing for me to reach
Reach for the comfort of another life
I pull my newest addiction from its perch
Allowing it to gracefully fall into my arms
Like a starved lion, I make my way to the window sill
To devour this gazelle
Warmth radiates from the kiss of sun
Whilst I reveal secrets hidden in rough, thick binding
Fresh paper and ink have no better recognition than scent
Unless that ink coats your fingers
The rustle of turning pages fill the void
Allowing me to slip away for just one moment
Before a familiar pain radiates through me
Blood wells up along the cut
I raise my finger to my lips
A strong, metallic taste dances on my tongue
Assessing the damage
A red stain tries to blot out ‘you’
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