Defenseless Anatomy
Come out upon my seas Cursed missed opportunities Am I a part of the cure? Or am I part of the disease? — “Clocks” by Coldplay Defenseless Anatomy And I’m there in the shadows of the sun, the humid air curling the hair on the nape of my neck, your hands curled around my waist as the wind ruffles the wild grass around our ankles. Us, caught in moments that passed so quickly never to be played the same way again. Was it part of the cure? The long weeks that ripped the skin of our intimacy? Maybe the disease … Continue reading Defenseless Anatomy
