Soft Melting Pain

July 12, 2019

Close vibration,

sounds felt up and down my body.

Just sounds -

no meaning.

But these words

soften my tightness,

calm hush

calm soft

calm warm.

I'll always love you.

Always, always.

No matter what you do.

I’ll always love you.

Whispers from behind the heavy, black door.

Fresh tears' heat rolling down

melts the frosted scab again.

Down more

into my stomach

burns away slowly

until I forget her again,

a little more this time.

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