Revising

More Ghost Story Writing

She laid siege upon your name, my heart leapt in defiance midway through her copious mocking. She could see it filled my eyes with fragile emptiness. Her voice fainted beneath the trembles of my breath and hummed into silence like a final chord. I hadn't the faintest idea what she had said, but it preluded my daydreams of his fickle memories. 

The heat upon my brow, where heavy lines attempted to meet. Laying beneath him; squishing me. The feeling of brazen in his body movements. His heart beat a lullaby as I felt his chest toss me like a boat upon the sea. Rocking me, rocking me, rocking me to sleep.

It's insane how he became vital to me. People always seem to miss the moments they have lost forever. Then, when he called out to me, I betrayed him with scornful indifference. It was painful to see him apologize over and over. I sat down the phone and cried in frustration. Had it been easier before I knew, before love made a believer out of me? Now that I find my heart in loyalty beyond questioning, my mind observing the intricacies of when his heart knew my own.

Sunlight was seeping in through the blinds of the bedroom windows, but I had been awake for some time. I layed on the bed feeling her heaviness falling internally against my spine. I watched the sun stretch like a morning yawn across the sky.

~JK