I have excrutiating back pain from carrying double heartbreak. It has been three months since my liberation, three months since I stopped envisioning my nails scratching a kitchen table, screaming out his name, my back arched. Three months since I have kissed sanity on the lips and watched it undress me ever so gently.
I have been in bed with insanity for months now, letting it tear me open in my sleep. For months, I have involuntarily let loneliness hold me in the night and ***** every inch of me.
Every ounce of my heart is rolling around in my throat. It chokes me in my sleep.
I swallow my own tears, let my arms lay limp and my legs drag behind me. At night, when the dim moonlight dresses my skin in glow, I rip my clothes off, I allow the darkness to follow the moonlit floor, and watch it dance with me, all in my bareness.
I sleep, it touches me. I awake, it watches me rise and take the day.