Author: Midnight St Lauder PM
This goes out to the people you learn to cherish the most.Rated: Fiction K - English - Hurt/Comfort/Friendship - Words: 168 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-25-13 - id: 3095295
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Curling, uncurling, like reeds underwater,
Fingers wrapping around an imaginary hand
Held out in assistance. A sigh escapes two
Bloodless lips; the body sinks back to the earth,
Unaided, exhaustion coursing through the veins
And settling the mind into a cocoon,
of numbness, not comfort; the lines blur.
Lightning splits open the sky and it weeps
Upon cool skin, unaware of the water
Pooling just at the base of the neck.
Two unseeing eyes blink, and a weary mouth
Sickened by repetition, twists itself,
Out of habit, to say, "I'm sorry," just audible
Over the lament of frogs in the night.
Sheets of rain force the eyelids together
And the cold ground dissolves beneath, but only just.
There is warmth once more: a shard of sunbeams
That sits itself down and stretches itself out
And slips an arm along the other that needs it most.
The world was melting away; it reshapes itself.
Curling, uncurling fingers around something real.
The bloodless lips move once more, "Thank you."