Michelle Chiafala > Writing | WritersCafe.org | The Online Writing Community

Do you throw thoughts of how to reach me around in your mind until it leaves you battered black and blue?

I'm discovering you.

I would carry the spots you have touched within the threads of my skin and read them like braille.

Remind me how we are timeless.

I am tied to you in ways that defy logic.

I have lived here, and I have died here.

If you were to look inside, her heart would appear the same.

I taste salt, and I feel weighted; I'm cold to the bone.

Our colloquy is composed of contingence and exhalations; a courante and syncopation.

My instinct tells me to run.