I’ve been here before

I recognise this dark place

I know its knocks and turns

familiar its edges and barbs

 

Like a terse tongue his mood licks

at the barely closed wounds from earlier words

 

Movement draws a swirl of dead air beneath the covers

Skin glances in unseen depths

Shoulders

shivering in the chill

hunch and roll

Here

the sound of his sigh roars like a crashing wave

Here

time slows with the weight of every moment

Never again

never again

will I be here