Hook, Line, Sinker
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You were here.
You were here but now you're not and I’m so terrified I can't even bring myself to pretend that you're only gone for groceries. It's because it doesn't take forty-two hours to go get lettuce and the bed is so cold and the pillow next to my head is so unindented and this lack of movement is more horrifying than anything else. I thought I was claustrophobic but I'm learning that I'm not actually scared of crowds but of being alone in them. Being without you in them. And I want your chest to be centimetres away from mine and I want the soldier-hairs on our forearms to be barely brushing. The fishing wire between us is taut taut taut and the blades of your scissors are lingering above and they’re threatening menacing and ominous like silent cumulonimbus cloud. I want to be struck by your lightning and pelted by your hail. Your hook has already pierced the flesh of my mouth. Could you please just pull me in? I am floundering and blind and I am drowning without you.
You were here but now you're not and I’m so terrified I can't even bring myself to pretend that you're only gone for groceries. It's because it doesn't take forty-two hours to go get lettuce and the bed is so cold and the pillow next to my head is so unindented and this lack of movement is more horrifying than anything else. I thought I was claustrophobic but I'm learning that I'm not actually scared of crowds but of being alone in them. Being without you in them. And I want your chest to be centimetres away from mine and I want the soldier-hairs on our forearms to be barely brushing. The fishing wire between us is taut taut taut and the blades of your scissors are lingering above and they’re threatening menacing and ominous like silent cumulonimbus cloud. I want to be struck by your lightning and pelted by your hail. Your hook has already pierced the flesh of my mouth. Could you please just pull me in? I am floundering and blind and I am drowning without you.