There’s a trench dug into my side of the bed in the shape of an S. the outline of my body faces the wall. 9mm semi-automatic, top drawer of night-stand. A pen. notebook. books stacked on the floor. there is an I-pad and head-phones. A knife stuffed between the mattress and headboard. a shot-gun under the bed. shes next to me tucked inside a warm blanket. i sleep on top of the sheets. Dream of blood. Dream of rain. Dream of her body safe and sound. I want our cabin in the woods, our sailboat anchored in the shallows. Birthday candles, Halloween. The things that comfort me , the things i fear. Sharks swim the waters of my heart. Her skin the smell of the sea.
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