The Summoning

The Summoning.

She cried out, “BB! BB! My anxiety is KILLING me!”

realizing the only one in that bed was she.

In fact she couldn’t grasp the reality that she was actually alone now

her words echoing against the walls,

between the sheets,

and from now on she would vow

to never forget how it felt in that moment

yearning for comfort and receiving none.




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