Don’t, Stay

His fingers brushed her cheek,
Light and soft as mist.
Yet they burnt and scarred,
As deep as white heat.
His eyes looked right through her.
Loosened the bolts,
Of locked chambers in her head.
She clung to him, digging nails in,
While trying to push him away.
He smiled. Lightening stabbed,
Shattered against the world.
He smiled. She cried.


One thought on “Don’t, Stay

  1. A wonderfully graphic tale of the pain and vulnerability evoked by an unrequited love.

    A tale that many can relate to…

    I really like the use of metaphors here, and the sense of contrast of her longing for his light and misty touch which burns and scars.


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