Friday, December 16, 2011

Wild: flames and terror

Sometimes I get so scared--particularly after an attempt on my skin--that I just want to be held. Not comforted. Held. Touched. I want to feel someone next to me, I want to hear someone's breath.

Finley won't be near me now.

I guess it's just me, a dark room, and my bed....


am I too old
to miss cuddling?

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