So I’ll keep running for you, loveamidst the brambles and hedgerowsuntil the breathless reveal-rjm

We faced each other with weaponized fingers meant to pluck and unravel everything we had stitched for our survival. So we picked and pulled and untangled; the loose threads fell away. And then your heart followed close, lost in the flotsam, awash in our blood. I stood on a high bridge and watched you struggle;…