ghosting

she comes crawling out of the craftwork, hands shaking and full of unease.

wishing that i could provide the warmth and comfort she needs, i realize that i'm just as frail as she is.

the difference being that i brought her down to me, so that we were wallowing in our own separate miseries, together.

knowing that it's too late, i feed her white lies in an amorous attempt to make her feel whole again.

for her to be complete, completely.

she holds the key and keeps it locked behind her teeth.

safe, sovereign, secure.

i place the outward side of my hand on her neck and watch as she shuts her eyes and tilts her head whilst conjuring an enchanting grin.

i feel her radiance travel through my hand and illuminate my soul.

she is beauty, personified.