A Low

February 14, 2017
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In the house a couple doors down,
Wrapping myself deeper in the comforter,
Surrounded by my own silence, then attacked with memories as daunting as the future.
She sits down on the edge of the bed, tentatively patting the back of my hair,
     “I’m so sorry, I know you’re scared sweety.
     I love you, darling, I do.”
Lying static despite shaking furiously,
Tears still leave my cheeks sticky as they slowly fall.
The smell of fabric detergent tickles at my nose,
As I tumble into emotional darkness,
Safe in those soft quiet blankets.






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