“i hate lying to our friends,” she said.
she took a closer look at her shadow
and found a gap where her neck used to be.
and then she disappeared.
swift, it was.
sort of like a quick fall into a secret
underground passageway.
this, curled up together in an endless sea of
fingers and toes,
has become her secret underground passageway.
that falling asleep mid-conversation has never been quite
this easy,
quite this overwhelming.
that saying i love you has never weighed this much,
and no one will ever know.