knife
we saw this coming
i jerk out of my sleep
tuning into the uneasy
lolling of my gut
i’m here
i’m safe—
grounding myself
with affirmations that
lose their
effectiveness
with every
chant
i lower my chin
taking in a deep whiff
of vanilla
and musk
waiting for
calm to
envelop
me
once again
you lay sound asleep
near my torso
a protective clasp
of my hand
in yours
features so
angelic
no one would
believe that
you
are a
wanted
fugitive—
your only
sin
being
loving me
who’s
human
i stare out of
tinted glass windows
recollecting
the places we
stopped by—
shady diners
barns
campsites
abandoned
offices
rooftops
we could never
stay too
long
in one place
they are
watching
on our
tails
you stir awake
from my muted sobs—
the fear of them
finding us
killing
you
taking me
away
from
you
is too much
to bear
your delicate hand
guides my face
to meet your gaze
a flicker of
anxiety and
worry
flashes past
my tears are stopped
in their path
with your
gentle
touch
a smile
teasing my
lips
i lean towards
your ear
whispering
you are my home
earning
a deep chuckle
pearly white
fangs
shone in
the moonlight
sky
you take
my hand
in yours
a loving kiss
on my lips
we knew the
peace
was
momentary
here they come
here they come
here they come
we’ve done
this before
they’ll keep
chasing
but we’ll keep
running
i’ll keep running
with you
for you
to you—
my one and
only
desire.
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You wrote this so perfectly… 🥹🥹
I love the paradox here, that 'home' isn't a place, but a person you’re constantly running with. The line 'no one would believe that you are a wanted fugitive' really stayed with me. It paints such a clear picture of an 'us against the world' situation that feels both romantic and terrifying. Truly evocative writing.