Frayed
Once something unravels beyond repair, what do you do?
_-_-_-_-_ My eyelids slit to inky surroundings. An even darker black than usual. Did the universe get wind of my plans for today? I consider things for a moment, like how he used to leave a nightlight on near our bed. “I want to be able to see your pretty face while you sleep,” he’d say, always sleeping facing me. His words were like a caress across my skin. Now, I lie for minutes before the silhouette of his backside tak...
