A Date to Find Forever

My fingernails are gone, and my skin’s raw from clawing guilt from the tip of your tongue.
Our eyes meet, and my bones run cold as if I’d turned to stone. Our fingers interlaced, and I melted into a puddle of hormones. You brought me to the Grand Coulee Dam, promising me the world should I take a leap of faith and plunge us into forever, but we’re only been ten dates in.

(© 2022 AC)

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