there was no one to fill the silence in between the shattering of my bones

with a thousand different ways but not a will to act upon

a familiar warmth colours my cheeks a deep pink to compliment the sepia of memories i should have buried

the closest I really ever got to warmth was your smile

you left me shivering

kiss me before bed like morning rain sweet, soft, warm, lingering

eyelashes like butterfly wings

steal the breath from lungs unwound / and a raven feathered throat

an exit that looked like love / glowing neon in the darkness