148: Does it still hurt?
- Eudaemonia Records
- Sep 11, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: Sep 18, 2020
"Does it still hurt?"
"No. Well, I can reach it if I dig deep enough. In the early hours, when I can't get to sleep and my mind gets ahold of a memory, suspended in the purgatory before sleep. When the doors are locked and the lights are out, and the walls close in and there's nowhere to hide. Or when I see you stroking her hair — no, not even then. I've done enough pretending to be a concrete wall that I can turn to stone in the blink of an eye.
"Then again, I don't trust as easily now. And I never feel at home, anywhere. Occasionally, with my hands warming by a fireplace, or with my head in a book, I can get that feeling — something close to salvation, but not quite."
Written by: Millie Bysh
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