Lonely
Lonely
Smells like too-sharp frigid air- razor blades, icicles, a snow day, spent alone
Tastes like bitter tears, steady salty tracks trailing down pallid cheeks
Sounds like ringing silence, asking why, stifled cries
Feels like emptiness, tempting us, unrelenting, reeling
Feels like cool steel shackles, held fast to nothing, nothing
Feels disgusting, stifling, sucking happiness away from us, leaving bruises, stinging cuts
Lonely
Copyright © Roni Comerford | Year Posted 2016
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