I have known comfort in ways undescribable.
Clutching to my mother's silk pallu during a family event because the footsteps of strangers shall trod over my little legs.
Curling myself as a cocoon in a quilt because the warmth of its sides made me feel at home when mine wasn't around
Pouring and gulping down a glass of vodka to forget the pain of a once thought fantasy which ended at the slightest disinterest .Till it brunt my throat to pieces such that I forget what accounts as heat.
Waking up late at nights to sin for my diminished faith. Moaning ,loudly at a tissue tear that caused me nomore pleasure.
Holding your hands when noone looks because it's safer before you start calling my body your home and tag me for sex.
I have known comfort in romancing on a car back seat with clothes off and insecurities on.
In eating a cotton candy on a dusky time of the month when it snowed on your side of the country.
I've known comfort when the fur of a nonchalant creature brushed my side and slept a lifetime snoring and puffing.
I've known comfort when all these ceased to exist
When the pain told me to give up
I've known and experienced
And I survived.
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