Lena Svetlana Adler
The lone sheet on y bed covers only part of my naked figure as I toss and turn,
Seeing your face everywhere I look.
A ghostly visage appearing out of nowhere-
Blinding me in the darkness,
And blocking my better judgment. My hands reach wildly into the night-
Searching desperately for a shred of you to hold on to,
Trying to pull you into my life.
The bubble of fire suspends me high over the ground
While flames torch the pit of my stomach until I am a few ashes blowing away i