The smell of you still on my hands
I am surrounded by the quiet reserved for people waking up alone. My body is aching from bruises and bleeding places and tight, knotted muscles that I can't find excuses for. Now that it's over, now that I'm back here holed up in my nest I don't see why I was upset by the whole idea. It's not like it's ugly here, that I'm locked away in an unpleasant space.
No one I love is an unpleasant space.
It was raining and no one told me, there was no one here to say. There is only Miss Ragamuffin me left to figure out the weather. In an hour or so the dogs are going to be ready and rearing to run into the puddles and make a muddy joyful noise but now it's quite and relatively clean. I should wear boots today. Boots would be a good choice.
No one I love is an unpleasant space.
It was raining and no one told me, there was no one here to say. There is only Miss Ragamuffin me left to figure out the weather. In an hour or so the dogs are going to be ready and rearing to run into the puddles and make a muddy joyful noise but now it's quite and relatively clean. I should wear boots today. Boots would be a good choice.