By Justine Johnson - Posted on 01 December 2010

 i nearly fell asleep in a bed that wasn’t mine tonight. i could hear the murmurs of crime shows and heartbeats and the swish swish of restless feet on sheets. i whined and dined on ice cream and feelings and actively fought the urge to stay back and secure the fastenings in my flimsy ol’ safety net–(just like suede shoelaces, those damn knots do not stay tied)-because that’s what she told me to do: fight and/to explore, fight and/to explore.


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