fever
he’s looking at me. he hasn’t looked at me in a while. he’s looking at me. he’s not looking. he is. he is who he is. disruption. i have not seen him in eight months. chronic bouts of emptiness have loomed over me all along. as if i had been frozen in time, his mere presence is warm enough to melt through the ice and into my skin. burning my skin, oh, so slowly. captivating. piercing right into my very being...
