I feel it come upon me
The tightening of my chest
How it ceases to rise and fall
As I slowly remember thing that needs to be forgotten
But your memory clings tight to my spine
Chilling me to the bone
My skin reacting to the ghost of your fingers indent
The feeling of your lips on my neck, my ears, my lips
Worst of all your body calling out to mine to be closer
And then slowly again I can breath
It takes awhile but I shove the memories back down where they can suffer again in the dark
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 12:40 PM UTC
I feel it come upon me
The tightening of my chest
How it ceases to rise and fall
As I slowly remember thing that needs to be forgotten
But your memory clings tight to my spine
Chilling me to the bone
My skin reacting to the ghost of your fingers indent
The feeling of your lips on my neck, my ears, my lips
Worst of all your body calling out to mine to be closer
And then slowly again I can breath
It takes awhile but I shove the memories back down where they can suffer again in the dark
