I met loneliness one day walking along the bank of my consciousness.

She looked like a wisened being that had stopped evolving.

I took a step closer and the crushing expression of her existence enveloped me.

First there was the cold,

a wind lashed void

at once empty and full,

rhythmically pulsing and gaping with an overwhelming expression of her pride;

Then, I felt it , — Shame

Her shame was deep and contorted into itself, that all there was to it was a gaping void rhythmically pulsing and gaping with the overwhelming singularity of her expression of her being.

Shame had wrapped itself in the detritus of her physicality — skin, hair, bones, flesh, and the void had warmed it’s way through it all till all I felt was an unending cold and an ache from where my heart kept breaking over and over and over on itself from the shame of it all.

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