the in-between.

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i live in the delicious tension of the 
in-between.

i worship its threshold, carve my initials into the soured 
oak, leave my lipstick on its aperture.

a goodbye kiss with a blade underneath.

i love crossroads, twilights, coastlines—all the in-betweens 
that rupture, like a flared blood vessel,

if too much pressure is applied.

you have to be soft, 
to be patient with it.

daybreak will come—and so will the sea,

but in that small moment between sleep and waking,

in the tiny fissure between breath 

and stillness,

the ocean rises, the darkness hums, your hands thread together with mine, 

and it’ll swallow me any second—

but only there,
am i most alive.

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