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The most recent draft of what will likely be the first entry in the upcoming Snugglekitty & Other Bedtime Stories.

Snugglekitty and Friends

Walking by the lake,

everything was grey.

“Hold my hand, I’m cold.”

I rubbed her wrist for warmth.

Only two decades made her

so frail.

I told myself it was fine,

told her she was beautiful.

Convenience or cowardice

(probably cowardice)

kept us from ever communicating beyond

bedsheets, whispered

Nothings between drops of sweat and listless sighs.

I told myself it was fine,

told her it was comfort.

Nothings strained to something when

Her body whispered

it was not hers alone.

She threw away her cigarettes.

I told myself it was God’s will,

told her everything was fine.

Walking by the lake,

two again.

(barren heart with barren womb)

“Hold my hand, I’m cold.”

I held my breath, felt the void,

told myself things were not fine,

told her it was God’s way.

Slashed herself up with sadness.

Paling wrists in darkened water

somehow restored hope.

“Hold my wrist, I’m cold.”

I held her hand,

told her everything was fine.