Peace will arise and tear us apart...

This restless slumber had taken more than my wits from me. Heat at the rise of my chest, aching as it narrowed upward at my throat- I, strangled by ashes. My voice dry, “where do secrets go when they die?” “Where things you left behind wait to meet you again.” I sink into the drained cup beside me, no one seems to hear my words on the first try. "If I repeat," holding the cup- empty but for the moist tea bag and its seepings. I can wait one more day until the weeks have gone.

Amortentia...

I am exhausted by this tethering emotion. I think of him incessantly, my physical self desperate for this connection. I reach out in the darkness, I am alone. I knew that this feeling would stir inside me, I have been waiting… wanting. Nothing can tear my love from you. I am yours and yours alone.