It's there again.
Such a great distance, such a close touch;
Travelling and danger eats away at my sleep as I burn up in the mode of repose.
She is beautiful and I smile back.
'Do this for me,' she says.
I carry and secrete and manipulate lightly and inside calm.
Sun bakes and the road is yellow and flat and I see no plane..
I hear nothing;
Dust settles and the whiteness of buildings smoulder and simmer.
Sudden panic.
Sudden movement.
Sudden discovery.
Sudden deception.
He calls me back and his safety becomes invisible.
I reach for him.
His emptiness smothers me.
The steepness of streets;
The glimmer of glass;
The retreat of reason.
Where did it go and hide?
An ugly realisation of pain and crying children
Sharply draws me in.
Hurting is not the journey for me.
©Prettyintelligentprincess
