Crumbling Walls of a Fragile Heart: No sound penetrated the barrier between the skin, the flesh of those... ›
No sound penetrated the barrier between the skin, the flesh of those whose labored breaths acted as the only designated sign of what was going on in the dark. The joining of bodies, crashing upon each other till shocks ricocheted throughout the muscles that clench with the outcome. With her back pressed against his abdomen, she holds the ability to hide the silent sobs that offer no relief to the pain he is causing her.
Suffocating, persisting to smother her in the adoration of someone who knows nothing of the space placed between two lovers. Her lungs each day close off once her eyes open to the liliac colored walls that echo the melancholic feel that resides within her rotting heart. She knows it wrong to lay and pretend all is well. She knows she should turn away with the cold shoulder to show that she craves more than he is capable of giving. Cruel as it is necessary, she denies herself the pleasure of being happy.
So while the night wears on, the breeze combined with the gentle draft of the fan hanging overhead brings a shiver rippling across her casing. Within the depths of her mind, she briefly ponders if she is nothing more than a husk, a shell to house the happiness of someone who needs the safety of someone who won’t object to the crowding within her soul.
Alas, with a silent sigh, she closes her eyes and tells herself, tomorrow. Tomorrow will be when she voices her concerns, her emotions; but she knows, sometimes tomorrow never comes.