When we lay…

When we lay on my bed this afternoon with the blinds and curtains closed and you napped and drowsily held my hand, I watched your face — so happy and at peace. I lay there hoping that this time would last much longer than I knew it would and then when I started to fall asleep […]

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Like the tendrils of smoke wafting between my synapses that come back time and time again. Like a suddenly beating heart and panic and the need to flee that WAKES ME THE FUCK UP, sweating, needing… Like the evil lie that wakes me some mornings with a start that I KNOW ABSOLUTELY IS THE ONLY TRUTH. […]

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