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A Little Less Lonely (Finally.)

Crisp bed sheets wrapped loosely around her body 

Dressed in pale skin and cigarette smoke 

She ran a hand through her untamed hair, twirling a long strand around her index finger before tying knots into the tangled mess

Soft music fell from the speakers 

It was outdated and felt like summer 

Something like this you just can’t buy anymore

Tears rolled down, staining the young features that made up her face 

She pulled open the curtains to a warm October sky 

And with a crooked smile she let the lyrics soak up what was left of her 

After the chorus, her mind was left at peace while tired, bloodshot eyes found rest 

She turned the dial, the louder the better, if you didn't know lonely goes down smoother when the background is alive 

A little CCR spilled out and filled the half empty room

Her heart skipped a beat everytime a new song began to play 

Bare feet slipped out from the covers, finding the rhythm and swaying along 

Her cigarette soon ran out of life 

Ash hit the floor 

Not that she was bothered 

One more she lit with a grin  

Then she melted into the moment as her soul caught fire once again 

The world around seemed to disappear

Suddenly she didn’t feel so alone 














 

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Jared Harris

Sat 11th Dec 2021 13:10

I like this one a lot, definitely relatable for sure, very well written.

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Stephen Atkinson

Fri 5th Nov 2021 16:56

You should definitely write a book Jordyn, I'd read it. You're able to place the reader in the shoes of your subject. I was there & I don't even smoke! ...and I'm a man! ... well, sometimes ?
Nice one

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