I wonder how you lay on that bed;
if you're entangled in those exaggerated silk sheets,
or if the moonlight hue drips blue on your skin.
Either way, ripples of loneliness slither in currents through my body
like water on water.
So until I see you, I'll chew upon my hunger
and drink off my thirst--
that desire to wield you.
YOU ARE READING
Anxiety and Things that Shatter
Poetry"Anxiety, you are lightening and a thunder only I can hear. In my despair, you wear an intimidating smile like a glittering stretch mark on the skin of the horizon." Cover by @DeathsDarkSoul
