Glittery train tracks of escaping melancholy,
exploring the curves of cheeks.
Skin taut from wilted stripes of salty emotion.
A mounting pressure.
Eyes straining against the wave of tension.
The world slowly receding into blurry shapes.
An ache,
like a hundred hammers battering the temple of your mind.
A blooming tint of pale rose surround the eyes
with glistening, dark eyelashes.
Shaky, scraping breaths,
uncontrollable sharp intakes of air into suddenly shallow, shrunken, insufficient lungs.
And that renewing cleansing, like an unusual baptism.
A curious sense of catharsis.