Nonfiction ~ 157 Words
What would my loneliness wear?
My loneliness craves to wear a warm, ruffled, dusty blue, queen sized comforter draped off her shoulders. She is completely naked underneath, with the exception of the wool crew length socks she never wants to take off. Her body is curled in a loose ball on a hard mattress. She is asleep. Ignoring everything, and everybody.
When her short hair begins to lay greased and perfectly flat with her deflated pillow. She’ll take a hot shower, oil her freshly shaved legs, eat a bowl of health, and beat her pillow back to life. This is where her loneliness and sense of belonging meet at a crossroad.
Does she want to lie back down and continue to ‘happily’ die faster? Or, does she choose to enjoy the lovingly long length of being alive each day? Nowadays, I choose the latter.
~ Liora Noir
06.15.2026.