Emily Halloran

Journal

It felt like sun
Big and large and whole
Stretching over me
Wrapping its warmth
We were deep blue
I let it salt my skin
Weather my hands, my feet, my hair
In ways I would not forget

I asked for ice cream
Pistachio, one scoop please!
It was not yet summer
yet it was already sweltering, and I was yearning

I’ve grown my hair to show you
I haven’t changed
Only grown
I’m still the same

My skin was still wet
When the scent in my room faded
All too quickly
Then none
Then nothing
And so did the warmth
My pillow, my body
And so it was

Stood around for you
What else was I to do

Because I haven’t been the same
Since I met you
Haven’t been the same
Since you left me

✹⋆˙⟡ˊ˗ ( ⁎ᵕᴗᵕ⁎ ) ♥

There’s this void
Somewhere inside of me
Not in my bones
Or in my blood
Or my brain or hidden in my heart
Or the organs that beat, keeping me alive
They are all there, still
Functioning as should be

But somewhere
Somewhere there’s a sting
It’s dull and quiet
Almost unnoticeable
Yet it’s piercing
And it calls my name

It must be so small
But it bellows and echos
And sometimes it hurts
As though someone has dug
Their nails into my guts
Scooping me like a cantaloupe
and I’m sweet and sticky and hollow

✹⋆˙⟡ˊ˗ ( ⁎ᵕᴗᵕ⁎ ) ♥