06 September, 2009 9/06/2009
And in my secret heart, no other love competes, no rival throne survives, for I serve only YouInflections of the pen. Sigh.
She sat up almost as if a red hot poker was brandished into her skin, and buried her face into the pillow, screaming. It was the third time she had that very same dream, and fear wrecked her very being. Cold sweat trickled down her skin, and she faced the mirror to see a reflection of a ghost staring back at her. Repeatedly trying to assure herself that everything was alright, she bent down and picked up a tumbler at the side of her bed, taking in a big draught of water, before moistening her parched lips with her tongue. Sated, she lay back down on her bed again, and drew the covers around her once more.
This time, she wished that her return to sleep will be a much peaceful one.
oh, how she talked of numbness!
that very feeling of ice,
encasing her heart.
