Remembered Embraces

Prose from SHS.

Photo by Marcel Ardivan on Unsplash, edited by Slaidey Valheim.

I remember describing things electric,
and I can almost conjure the feeling from
the debased wasteland of my emotions,
but I cannot desire it anymore.

I am a stranger to positive sensations,
as the hand that sent
tingles down my spine
also deadened my nerve endings
with violent over-stimulation.

Loving again is not a matter of fear
of repeated trauma,
it’s just hard because I’m numb
from the last one.

The door to my heart is open
but it doesn’t sit right on its hinges anymore.

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