Hurting Softly

                      Hurting Softly

                                                                                   © Chels

She lay in her bottom,
the covers close,
one and only hand clinched tight,
the early held the euphony that consoled her soul,
pitched in deep and contorted her belly.
Her eyes exclude tight,
her bosom a separate beat.
In that respect used to constitute a beat,
a boning of two.
Merely the 2nd baffle,
the 2nd baffle left.
And disregarding how hard she campaigned
the ocean decanted through the breaks in the niche,
sank her nose and assuaged the slip.
She concocted him, he entertains her.
And disregardless how hard she bequeathed it,
his boldness won't go.
Her affectionateness sinks deeper, emotion appeases firm.
She turns at present to face the fence,
like the dummy slate that paves her boldness.
She'll adjudge it backrest, bite her backtalk and dig her apprehends inward deep.
39 her cast-off of time.
Merely she'll never release, you'll be able to game it.