We’d swum upstream, arching through the reeds and the little currents swirling around the sharp rocks just below us, grazing our elbows and knees. The river meandered under the watch of hills crumpled and confused like an unmade bed. Nothing moved except the wind and the water; and two undernourished, hopelessly drunk, hopelessly pale little […]
via Shinbone-Jimmi Campkin — A Global Divergent Literary Collective
jimmi campkin 
Gorgeously written
Thank you 🙂 ❤
“We cuddle under the old railway bridge, naked and alone. At night, her skin glistens like a thousand pairs of moonlit cats’ eyes. She doesn’t shave anymore and I can grab full clumps of her leg and under her arms but I don’t care. I want everything she has, and if there is more of her I want that too.”
Glad you’re back. I’ve missed this.