Neverland – Daffni Gingerich

The scales have tipped. And when they tip I try my best to toss golden bells to the lighter side. It’s no use so I shave and bathe and soak in my own blood until I feel the need to pace again. This life can be hard. He says to sway. He says to dig in and know that these feelings mean I’m alive. I say he’s a gift and he says this life isn’t for him. And yet here he is shaving my legs. “I just missed it.” he says. It as in the gateway to us. We dance and fuck and go places I’ve wanted to go for so long. He places a palm under the weighted end and lifts it so I can see, but he says it’s not real. Even though I know there’s no balance and I know he’s telling me the truth, it feels better to see them in line. I tell him to hold it for just a second longer and close my eyes before he moves his hand. Then he throws all his attention on me until I forget there was ever anything else besides us. The bells jingle as he approaches me but it doesn’t matter. I just want to find him in me again.

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Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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