Writing & Memory

Jet lag

Love. A whisper on the lips. A roar in the ears. Blood rushes to the head (or heart?). Stomach dives like a gull into water. A touch. Brushing against a spider’s web. Fear. Wake up before the sun has considered rising, with your chest burning, your eyes wide open, having hounded sleep away.

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