You Bring Me Softness Still

I don’t know how much longer I can cover these tiles in bloody words. They’re going to touch my feet eventually. And what then? Who will wipe the remains and dispose of the towels? You are so far away and I’ve been trying to take one step for hours now. I know you think the water is beautiful but my heart races at the darkness and I wish your arms would carry me to bed like you always did. Isn’t blood supposed to be warm? Slowly. Slowly. I will heal slowly in time. I am running out of time. You are right in front of me and I’ve been trying to draw you with my eyes closed. Why won’t you shake me awake? I am tired of being without you. You love the water and my hands are cold like an ocean breeze and my eyes are made of sand. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this water at bay but I know it will be okay because you are alive and I am yours. You are years away and you bring me softness still.

— ODH