holiday, objectively

[juliatherese]

rain drips through the screen to a grey tile floor. a nightmare awakes me hours early and i remember his skin against mine. still warm, i watch closed quiet eyes, lips parted and freckles my fingers can't count. my toes tracing lines on the ceiling while he sleeps. the third long night; july, june, september. i ride his bike laughing and scrape my

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[moongonebad]

Sometimes the best thing is just to let all the filters collapse and put your stuff on the line.