Why She Cannot SleepWhen sleeping next to others she would alwaysWhy She Cannot Sleep by KnittedBunny
curl her soul up into a ball,
try to minimize the space that her presence took up;
It did not matter how she felt about the body next to her -
the thought of entangling herself in another person as she slept was
With you, however,
She needed you next to her to sleep,
Needed your arms wrapped around her,
Needed your warmth behind her,
Needed you all around her.
Frankly I think she just
For the first time.
She could face you as she slept,
where she never could before,
where she would refuse to do more than share half the space;
She began to fall asleep buried in your chest,
And instead she slept in one space, inhabited by more than one
but also only by one
for you and she were no longer just she and you.
that has begun to change.
When you lie next to her
She does not reach out for you.
You share the bed,
but not the space.
You are separate,
And she cannot sleep
Flash Fiction - Six Word StoriesBitten.Flash Fiction - Six Word Stories by KnittedBunny
Waiting for the moon, fearfully.
A year bitten – freedom under moonlight.
Neck bitten; now the sunlight burns.
Neck bitten; skin paler; burning sunlight.
Wings sprout from shoulder blades.
Hand, thrust through dirt –
"Emancipate yourself from mental slavery / None but ourselves can free our minds"|
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P.P.S. I really like quotes. Have some more.
"Are you the now-or-never kind? / Want to stay / Not to go / I wanna ditch the logical"
"Be my thrill / My little white pill / My unpaid bill / The one who will / Be my love / My little grey dove / My push and my shove / My heaven above"
"Lovers hold hand to numb the pain / Gripping tightly to something that they'll never own / And those by themselves, by choice or by some reward / No mistakes; Only now you're bored / This is the time of your life but you just can't tell"
"Sometimes I wonder why we don't all move on / 'Cause we all end up in a tiny pine box, a mighty small drop, and a mighty dark plot / And the mighty fine print hastens the trip to our epilogue!"
"Help! I need a Halloween costume!" "You should dress as a tree!!!" ...... "That was terrible in a very unique way."
"What can I compare you to? / A window that sun shines through / Maybe the silver moon / A smile rising / The magic of the fading day / Satellites on parade / A toast to the plans we've made to live like kings"
"Dreaming of the better times when we're becalmed / When you don't know your name, and you smell like a farm / Time to pop another cork and do yourself some harm!"
"Hey, where'd all the stuff go?" *silence* "OHMIGOD WE FORGOT THE PINEAPPLE!"
Current Residence: Berkeley or Poughkeepsie at any given moment.
Favourite genre of music: Um... am I allowed to say everything?
Favourite photographer: Elliot Erwitt
Favourite style of art: Music
Favourite cartoon character: Totoro!