ComfortThe pillowcase crinkles in retaliation as her head slowly falls upon it, the cotton fabric frozen, causing small goosebumps across her cheeks from the icy air that sneaks through the cracks of the window. Late, again, and her brain falls back into the same thoughts she's had all day.It's not a state of loneliness, or at least she feels it isn't. Friends are there. Family is well and supportive. It's this physical ache for a void to be filled. Similar to the feeling of an empty stomach stating it's demand for some nourishment. A sickening emptiness that makes one curl over their knees in a tight space and cringe until the feeling passes.Yes, it always falls back to the thoughts of him.The way his eyes cant decide between green, blue, or grey; resembling some cool-colored precious stones. The way his hair falls into those dusky eyes when it's maintenance is left unattended. The way he stands; not completely confident, yet tall enough to fool those passing him in the streets.Her thoug
It'll eat you up soon enough.There is this crazed itchRunning through like venomed veinsacidicCombustible when near the correct flameThere is this crazed lust;SurfacingCreeping through the crevicesas do ruby-colored dropletsChasing bits of chrome and steela puckered seam shredded apart once moreif only to relive the relief this once brought.