It soothes. Collapses protective walls of anger. Vulnerability I become. I sink into the memory of your face against mine, so close warmth is intertwined. Lips magnetized yet remain separate, fearing the loss of any last remnants of control. Regret laces each additional sip.
I am in the midst of a lethargic rebellion today. It's one of those days where this slug has decided to camp out behind my eyes and moving seems impossible. I tried to fight off the rebellion by ingesting copious amounts of caffeine, lifting weights, and shopping for produce (the intent is to not let the asparagus … Continue reading Lethargic Rebellion