She felt as though the minutes were her tears and they were so plentiful and so keen,
and felt so deafening as they slowly embedded in her flesh.
As her eyes kept weeping, the hands of the clock kept moving, so slowly they moved, yet time kept passing somehow.

I cannot breathe, for the raindrops pester the sound of the memories that slowly fade away.

I cannot lie, for I have not yet ascertained whether the floor will hold me.

I cannot embrace

What is not there

My gut
is a gaping hole
where the pieces
simply fall through its emptiness.

My heart
is a pounding piece of flesh
where the pulse
creates a frantic scratch,
like the nails on a schoolboard.

My head
is a messy forest
where the branches
inhibit visitors
to pass and explore

I crave to touch his skin
in my mind it feels so soft
and divine
In my dreams he lies with his arms around me
the way we used to lay
His hand with
all ten of his fingers
would wrap
around my arms and my wrists and my fingers
Every small piece of him
would be with every piece of me
as to not make our bodies lonely
He’d gently push away a string of my hair
to free the skin lying underneath
as to make room for his lips to kiss all these
undiscovered places.
My hands were to explore him,
tracing my fingers along to wherever they would reach
So then when I would find myself alone
I’d be able to remember all those little places and parts that
I would eventually be terrified of forgetting
I can still recall
how my naked body would move with his
and how we were
in perfect harmony

the way your lips
and your eyes
make my skin grow scarlet
and my insides stir
the planes of your face
as I caress my fingers across your
cheekbones,
your eyelids,
the skin behind your ear and the
muscles under the sheer cotton of your shirt
they make me want to do to you what
a summer breeze does to the dandelions

I could hear her anger.
By the was she threw around
pots and kettles in the kitchen
she was doomed to be in.
The way her fork reached for the beans in the jar
It was so fierce and malicious.
Even grinding the pepper in the colourless rice felt like a ****** stab in his ribcage.
All the while he just waited,
Embarrassed by her tirade and indecisive of what he was to do.
So his eyes just closed.
Feigning ignorance
and sleep.