Entwine

I lay flat on the tiles of my bathroom as the cool of the tiles absorb the heat of my palms and soles. I dream about the floor consuming me whole and fall away into unconsciousness. "I would really like that" I say to the visible entities surrounding me, but it doesn't happen. Instead, the weight of my pain and regrets depress my chest against the floor, causing me to curl up into foetal position. I cry out your name, but you'll never hear me.

ghost