Wednesday, 15 November 2017

Holy Mattress Moany

I wonder if despite our constant fights, whether our two bodies find each other in the night. Unconsciously curling and holding each other tight. Making our dreaming minds feel as if everything will be alright.

But then I wake and there we are, at our edges of the mattress, our backs facing each other I reach backwards into blackness. I stretch my hand above the coils and along the fabric, the centre of the bed is cold, the outcome predictably tragic, a no man's land between us that says our love has lost it's magic.

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