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272 · Apr 2016
Muscle Memory
Abigail Sedgwick Apr 2016
Warm air licks the mirror.
Steam sticks, lingers.
Your arms wrap around my waist
My heart sinks.

You rise slowly against my back
Kiss down the shivers in my neck.

My eyes lock on your eyelids-
Closed so you'll see him.

Your hand slides up my back
To shove me forward.
You guide yourself
Although you're always a little off.

I can feel our height difference
in your muscle memory.
263 · May 2016
Nightmare
Abigail Sedgwick May 2016
The nightmare I had
scared me to tears
because
never in my life
have I seen your
face without loving me
and yet
I dreamed it so well.
233 · Apr 2016
Untitled
Abigail Sedgwick Apr 2016
My favorite time of day is
the quiet of the morning in
the space between our pillows
(when my heart wakes up and
chooses you again).

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