we have candles lit and the window open and its raining and raining and raining. You are kissing the back of my neck and I am trying so hard to keep still and quite. I have 18 more days in this city. 10 more days of being employed. I am so scared and my heart is always racing. You keep your hand against my chest and whisper something about Halifax, something about the ocean and something about the way my hair is curling around my neck. I can’t speak. I can only focus on my breathing and let myself melt into the sound of the rain and the feeling of your mouth against my back.
shame is a four-story house that i have all to myself
