Thursday, January 14, 2016

elastic heart

in a cold winter night,  even after ages, we were both free yet bound to ourselves - a relationship as estranged as summer and winter. in a not so distant past, i had gotten away with murder.

we snuggled against each other. lying in quilt drawn up to our faces, staring at the ceiling, making patterns, counting them and then sharing with each other in our heads.

that night we pretended to be lovers..


'There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality..'

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