Loneliness.
It seems to sit inside me always, a lull at the bottom of my soul.
It creeps up when I am unguarded and claws me down into the depths of despair. It claws at my eyes and convinces me that there’s no one there, no one around to comfort me. It bites my tongue, stopping me from calling out. It clenches my heart, palpating it faster and faster. It stands on me, stomping me into the dirt.
Loneliness lives inside of me, always.
The treacherous lull at the bottom of my soul.
