He sucks the ambience of the room when
he passes through the doorway.
My ears tuck themselves away from the sharpness of reality while reality recklessly contrasts with my blurry thoughts.
My legs writhe as my mind fails to make up its mind whether to say hello to him,
or remain silent in an attempt to leave my stomach undisturbed.
My cheeks —ever lonely ones claim the colour of acidic raspberries as their own. And smolder angrily.
I remain untouched and
unspoken to. The loud buzz coming from my head is the only interaction I have with something —anything— independent to the balance I struggle to have while I stand in the middle of it all.
why are you so fascinated by him? -ask my digging nails into my aching arm.
But my eyes do not wish to speak of it any longer.