To Carry Your Bruises

TW // domestic violence The nightmare digs into me and I wake up with claw marks on my skin. Fever dreams slither and lacerate like the bite of a December evening: Snow globes that shatter and his brittle heart that I disintegrate, akin; My shoulder blades toughen in the bitter warmth of his jacket. But,Continue reading “To Carry Your Bruises”

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