Pillow Walls
I sat on the edge of the bed.
When he leaned over to kiss me goodbye
I twisted my hands into the sheets
to keep myself from jumping up,
from saying something that might not be reciprocated.
It wasn’t until the door slammed
that loneliness scuttled out from the corner
into which I had stuffed her and began clawing at my feet,
climbing up my thighs and into my mouth,
filling up my lungs, and extending my belly.
Devouring my appetite.
But even then I was not sure
whether what I wanted was him,
or anyone.
So I rebuilt the pillow wall that slices my bed in half,
curled into a ball, and closed my eyes.
Pretending that the pressure on the small of my back was someone’s hand,
rather than the yellowing corner of a worn out pillow
guarding me from the cold vacancy on the other side.
Very nice. Very honest.
Heart-wrenchingly true.
Beautiful and raw.
The butt dimples might be one able of the best parts.
Perfect. Although it’s unclear what the exact situation is- it makes it easier for us to relate. Aw, but it’s times like these you need a best friends to get into bed with you and watch Sex and the City. I hope the chap didn’t upset you too much.