Midnight

I've cried so much that
My cheeks are burning at
Just the touch of my fingers.
I wipe my face,
I hate the moist feeling and
The small drops at the tip of my chin.
My nose cries on its own,
Its own drops falling to my salty lips.
My eyelids are warm and I'm scared to touch them.
I've rubbed and pushed on them so much that I feel like if I keep doing it,
They will disappear and roll out of their place.
Wet, thick lashes faintly touch my stinging cheeks
As I try to calm down.
I take a deep breathe in
And shut my eyes in hope of
Shutting off those voice and maybe get some sleep tonight.

Reviews

[Jess]

Very real. I can sense the sincerity of your sorrow and find myself drifting away in my own related feelings while reading. Done well from your heart. I appreciate your expression. Thank you.