Only in words can I express the turmoil that runs rampant in my mind at 2 a.m.
It’s 2 am and the shadows lick your wounds as they simply love the taste of the ocean that oozes out of your liquid gold.
It’s 2am and your breath is but a gasp of despair as the walls lean closer to bear with curiosity to bear witness of the spectacle of your shambled pieces.
It’s 2am and your throat strangles you, barbed wire, when the loud cries are swallowed by the rain as the heavens grumble and grieve with you. You cannot speak. The wind has snatched and departed with the sound of your voice.
It’s 2am and the lightning commanding the dead of night, so crippling you feel it pierce your sides like an unforgiving sinner slowly writing your name with a jagged blade in the black of your demise.
It’s 2am where the thunder swallows your gut-ranching cries in its embrace with each tear sliding down the plane of your cheeks. Wasted.
It’s 2am you are but alone faced with the aftermath of what you allowed your heart to feel.
It’s 2am as the clock ticks toward the light, the sea that bled through your eyes is forced back into the chest. You bridge the gap with a practiced smile, tucking the ruin behind a mask of glass.
It’s 2am your woes chested away behind the faint memory and taste of the salt-crusted ocean and they will never know.
It’s 2am, the hands of time will wait till the morrow. An appointment slot for their entertainment.
~ Signed K.P.C
~•Ephemeral embrace•~ 