loneliness and an empty heart

laying in bed, turmoiled head rests on gentle pillow, the window ajar and staring at the lonely silhouette, its windy tongue reaching in and brushing a trail of salty pain off of her cracked porcelain face. gusty claws shift the sheets and hair slightly, goose bumps rise as quick as rain outside falls. a single body in the large bed shifts and sobs. the other dent in memory foam that remembers too well fills up with tears by the break of day.