There is something special about a cuddle.
The way the walls of distrust
crumble into dust,
and you take into your arms,
a shared moment, a heartbeat close.
A breath held tightly. Feelings exposed,
and you hold them,
hoping that your grip
helps the fear start to slip.
There is something
magical about a cuddle.
The way it casts spells
to make the darkness dispel.
It works intimately, connecting two souls,
combining their energy
into a wall of one whole.
There is something soothing
about a cuddle,
how it smooths bumpy heartache
into a paper-thin reality,
and this cuddle
is no different.
Only the world around
is flipped upside down.
The creepy eerie sounds.
The feeling of eyes glaring,
staring though monstrous frowns,
lips being licked menacingly
as it makes its inspections.
The sense of dread,
fear gripping your mind,
twisting your head
in all directions.
A cuddle is a safe space in a world of hurt.
It's a shelter, where you can watch, alert.
Feeling close and safe
with hearts only inches apart,
but sometimes the shades
of the real world outside that hug
start to drop down,
like water from a drain after you
have pulled out the plug.
The world beyond
phases into view all around.
When those shades drop,
and you are clinging on.
When the view shifts
and you see eyes inches away,
eyes that don't belong.
Beastly breath heating your face,
eyelids sagging under the weight of tears
and your legs, unsteady,
start to sway.
That's when you need to close your eyes.
Hold the cuddle
and feel it take you away.
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