A dimpled little hand,
Lain atop my skin as if our bodies are still connected,
The warmth we generate is enough to coax the beginnings of sleep.
Deep breaths, and resting limbs, eyes that gently close. The inimitable comfort of falling asleep here.
The gentle rhythm of life, heart that beats inside my arms, what wonder there is in this glorious babe.
I touch that dimpled little hand,
As my lids grow heavy, my heart light,
Anchored in this fine embrace.
I woke before the sun rose today, my heart felt the intense weight of all the moments that the 25th of April marks, before my body had even begun to stir. For all the Blakfellas who were sent to fig
Content warning: I use a word that many people find confronting, that word is cripple. I identify as a crippled person, and I use it in the spirit of reclaiming it. Blessed are the crippled kids, Thos
I want to be asleep and I've been trying to get there I close my eyes and wait but the chance of REM seems rare Another hour passes and I'm still watching Blanche go on dates It seems yet another epis