Comfort Ritual

By Skylee

The key of a piano creates a clear symphony of rain drops, crashing on the soft ground outside my bedroom window that now appeals open and my door closed with the forced nature of yelling. The candle illuminates the walls with a warm sunrise colour from the corner of my bedroom but lingers the fragrance of salt in the depth of those waves as my skin still lingers with the purple numbness. My fingers caress the flat pages, trapping my body under the ruffled blanket and pillows stuffed with swan feathers as I try to listen to the words that ascend a picture in my mind. You created a tsunami. I’m drowning in the silence inside my own mind. A character floats away and the fan blows wind across my face leaving my body to escape but my mind closes and so do my eyes.