Feb
24
He stands there
his hand is stretched out
and she curls up in the round surface.
As he turns his hand palm face down,
she clings to his fingers,
fighting to remain close.
She falls to the ground and he walks away.
Violently chasing after him,
her lungs collapsing and her breath getting lost even more with every sprint,
she starts to weep.
Her body is damp with salty moistness.
He is guarded and no one ever knows what he actually wants or thinks;
all she wants is him…
