Two Bodies, One Heart
By E.S. Wynn


In the night, I reach out, hold her close.

We're sailing on the edge of an abyss, circling a black hole from which there is no return. We're committed to our course, but the darkness is so close, so palpable that every day, one of us breaks down in tears. Her arms reach for me whenever I turn away, just as my arms reach for her. Hands catch reaching hands, gently guide, and then we are one again. Claws of despair reach out and tear at our hearts in the long nights, so we push them together, try to brave each darkness knowing that the strength of the other is nearby. Pressed together, our wounded hearts beat as one, share the same blood, the same hopes, the same fears.

In that moment we have solace for a little while.

In that moment, she is my world, and I am hers.

The only thing to cling to in a dark, wide, swirling, swallowing sea.


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E.S. Wynn is the author of over forty books.