They squeezed
desperately trying to strangle
their pet; loneliness.
Born and cuddled in late night
self-loathing, and the tears of

They squeezed tighter.
Hoping to cut the, blood and air that
keep their broken hearts, gaping.
Their clenched fist, grabbing on
cloth and sadness.
Vision turned dark by
crunched eye lids and the
burning salt of escaping eye rivers.

They squeezed tighter.

Some hugs are designed
to bring warmth.
Others, for love.
This, they silently admitted,
was meant to kill their loneliness.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s