winter rain
it thunders down
drowning out
night-time sounds
no squeaking insects
no startled birds
pit pat
pit pat
drip
drip
drop
it stops.
it stops.
…
lying next to him
his soft sighs
oblivious to the storm outside.
his softly warm body
delicate hands
baby-fine hair.
wriggle wriggle
for a small kid
he takes up the whole bed.
The Triple Lock
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I want to write something on this because it's been in the news lately, and
people have been misunderstanding me on social media. Which is a little
awkward...
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