LYING NEXT TO SOMEONE YOU DON’T LOVE. | Elizabeth Tobin

The water is next to the bed.
I am having those dreams where I am awake again.
Whispering take
your fingers away in sleepy protest moans.

Lost in someone
pouring wind into the corner of my neck.
And hands there.
And the dreaming awake again
where the boy jumps into the swamp

And jumps out.

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Elizabeth Tobin lives in Medford, Massachusetts. She is a firm believer that experience is content and writes with her voice. She enjoys blogging about street style and the importance of language as a matter of character. She hopes to move any direction but north east. http://www.thestyleunderdog.com

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