The only pieces of this dream I can see are myself and my dog…
Cristina Gonzaleshas quoted7 months ago
When I open this door, I cross the border I’ve set for myself where my grief must remain. It’s not allowed to follow me past the frame and into the real world. Because I’m still real, aren’t I?
Cristina Gonzaleshas quoted7 months ago
Dogs have a way of doing that, you know—healing the mentally ill. She kept my sickness at bay.
But then she died too.
Cristina Gonzaleshas quoted7 months ago
drops send cold rivulets of water through my muddied soul
Cristina Gonzaleshas quoted7 months ago
A tired, wandering soul.
Cristina Gonzaleshas quoted7 months ago
brings his mouth to my ear, his breath hot against my skin as he whispers, “Did you think I wouldn’t catch you? Do you have any idea who you’re running from?”
Cristina Gonzaleshas quoted7 months ago
I bite back a smile at how disheveled he looks.
Cristina Gonzaleshas quoted7 months ago
Are you seriously treating me like a dog?” I snarl at him, making no motions to move as my body screams at me in agony.
His expression remains empty. “Stop running away like one,”
Cristina Gonzaleshas quoted7 months ago
You can only see a unicorn so many times before it’s just a horse with a fucking horn on its head.