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wanting to comfort.
wanting to speak.
my mouth moves again.
"You're safe. I'm here. I'll always be here."
words have weight here.
no sound.
but substance.
but she pulls tighter into herself.
and as she does, feel myself slipping.
like sand through fingers.
like trying to hold smoke.
no.
NO.
need to stay.
need to fight.
need to protect.
but the more she retreats…
the more I follow.
drawn after her like tide following moon.
can't stop it.
don'twantto stop it.
if she hides, I hide with her.
if she runs, I run too.
always.
Wraith pins me down.
hands shaking my shoulders.
but it's far away now.
not important..
in the moon-place, I settle close to her.
hold her in the ring of flowers I made.
