Womb, water, hugs.
Breathing gelatinous fluid from alien suits.
Seeing darkness in people before anyone else does. And trying to speak of it.
Cliffs, waves and moon light.
Morning comes with a sense of burden and sadness. The act of letting go ebbs and flows within me. Some days I never think of it, other days it sits right below my throat heavy in my chest.
Crushing waves of self hatred.
Wrapped up in a yellow baby blanket.