This bed is a ship | Sid Branca's online journal of writing scraps

This bed is a ship is a sporadically updated internet journal, 
a home for odd scraps of writing.

Even now, even still, your collarbones stick in my throat. 

I want to move backwards, slowly, painfully, undoing the work of all my days until I reach the moment when I burned you. Your pale skin is what they will bury me in.

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