feather light touches,
ghosts of whispers once haunting,
perhaps still,
but beautifully so,
heartache burning like red hot kisses,
fingers crossed in her lap,
headphone earbuds pulsing rhythmic
serotonin in her
bloodstream, bone marrow, brain tissue,
even her nail beds remember the feeling of
soft skin, delicate
a hard, unbreakable porcelain pillow that she justÂ
longs
to run her palms along, s...
