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Far-Fetched Bargains

Each night I lay in bed clutching my pillow and fighting back panicked tears. I’ve been abandoned. He said no mater what I’d have his support. That promise was naive.
I have nobody. Nobody to quiet the feelings of fear that cause my stomach to churn and my jaw to clench. Nobody to stroke my hair and kiss my cheek. Nobody to lie and convince me that everything is just fine.
I make my far-fetched bargains, trying to gain some sense of control. The sun slowly rises and the bright morning light, offering an entirely false sense of hope, creeps up my wall.

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