And once more as the darkness engulfs her
And the duvet becomes her comforting solance.
A solidarity tear dwells and falls
Running down the curves of her pillow hidden face.
Shortly followed by the rapid succession of more warm anguished torment.
Trying not to give in to the sobbing
Mindful not to wake the nearest inhabitant.
Trying to rationalise with herself. Trying not to let those monsters in her head overwhelm her with unwanted thoughts.
But it was becoming a struggle. When everything was draped and clouded in doubt and second guessing.
And despite those apologetic words and tone swimming in her thoughts. All she could think was how she had been forgotten and cast to the side in favour of that sweet nectar. How the plans originally made were discarded to the ground. How was it that she was unequilviantly lost and the choice of ambrosia with others more appealing.
Those pain-filled tears seeping into the pillow. The sheets keeping those secrets once more. As she became entangled within those thoughts & slipped off into an exhausted sleep.
Quixotically Perfect 