heavy.

The wind howled outside like kids screaming on a roller coaster. The sound splashed against the window, tidal waves of wind... To picture you inhaling is like seeing your blood. There’s a hollow hurt between my shoulder blades. I squeeze my eyes, trying to squeeze you out... I press the base of my palms deep into my eye sockets, hard against the bone, until I feel blood collect beneath the surface of the skin and bruise.