Loneliness is sometimes Tangible.
And by tangible I mean, Tangible.
Alive!
And not just existing but Living.
Here right now,
touching me,
feeling me up,
clasping my mouth,
with another hand around my waist.
So my cries go unheard,
and tiredness overwhelms me.
I

Give

In.
Loneliness, him?
He’s real alright-
he’s worse than the monster under the bed-
because he is the monster on the bed
suffocating me to sleep with him.

And despite a long hard struggle,
I

Give

In.

I hear him too, laughing in my ear,
while his heavy arms wrap me.
And he smiles,
watching me tear
says all will be better
‘there’s nothing more you can do sweets’

half a day passes and I realize
he is right,
so I do what I can do,
I

Give

In.