February 23, 2018

“But the man was inside me. How was that not enough? He swam in my veins, ate from my stomach, swallowed from my throat. He was in my brain, behind my eyes, dripping from my nose. His dreams were my dreams, his hungers mine, his sicknesses mine. He made me alive again. His blood was better than a kiss of true love. He saw me nearly dead in bed and gave of himself so that I did not sleep forever…”

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