The Confines

In his shadowy, lover’s voice he told her once she was like a hermit in her own head.
Her laugh was neither acknowledging nor dismissing, but deep down she knew the truth. That night, she dreamt of the inside of her mind, like a cave filled with clay coloured paintings of her fantasies. The fire and smoke filled her den of thoughts, permeating into every corner with its ideas and possibilities.
But when she woke to tell him he was already gone, locked out by her head.
Or maybe, locked in.