by alekosblog

“After wiping ourselves down, we fall into a spoon, him inside the naked Z of my folded body, and I can feel the need for sleep enter my muscles. I think about what it takes to cut words into skin, what it feels like, the warm fluid oozing, the intense pain, the gathering and releasing of the body’s forces, the chaos inside that translates into those six skinwhite letters. I wonder what it must be like to share your life with a man like that, realising – with deep sadness made worse by the drugs and lack of sleep – that it wouldn’t, couldn’t, make my loneliness diminish or my loss decrease.”