Melancholy

Behind closed doors ~

She sat in the corner of that darkened room long after he’d gone; wine flowed and the candle flickered, shadows matching their rhythm danced wildly across the walls. If she breathed deeply his scent filled her senses, closed her eyes and felt his hungry touch; words poured forth, steady as tears that fell, she conjured

or is there…

There must be Something Worse than being Alone More painful than Lonely Something other than Death Though I’ve yet to Find it ©2012 jillie Jillterry.com

Dismal hiss of intrusiveness

With the dawn of a new day A torrent of realization follows Illusions of grandeur Dwindled to simplistic truths Lofty dreams and fairytale fantasies Borne for the minds of children Have no dwelling place In the hearts of damaged adults The vicious cycle Of damnation and destruction Continues to spiral A never ending circle When

Rejection

She reached out In loneliness He reached Back eagerly Only far enough To slap Her hand Away © jill terry