The world outside waits for me.
My blankets hold.
Hold onto my strength, my weakness, my love.
My cold, my warmth, my everything.
My blankets wait for no one
but me,
And whoever I invite in.
The ultimate comfort.
They listen to no one,
And yet,
they listen to me.
Hold me.
Tell me today,
and tomorrow,
can wait just another moment.
Until every inch
Of my body
Feels seen.
Ready to take that next step
Onto the cold floor
And anything that lies in between.
Until next our touch does meet
And once again drips in the comfort
Of nestling within.
Of home, against my skin.
About the Creator
Alyssa Benedetto
What started as a life saving tactic has now evolved into the main way I interface and create within the world. Growing from a simple documentation of the world around us, it has now become an avenue for my interpretation of the world.
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With both hands clutched tightly to the wheel she drove the winding road to town, past the places she used to spend her days in a time before the world was forced to take a collective breath and sigh. She could smell the jasmine flowers along the park fence as she pulled into the parking lot. She grabbed her backpack from the passenger seat and with a push of her foot the door slammed shut, igniting a stream of tears.
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