231: Pen Run Wild

She happens after 2 AM.

I have seen her. I have seen her look up and pull me in until I drown in blue that turns black that grows and expands and consumes —

I have seen her emerge from white sheets

human

at an angle —

like a shadow at the corner of your eye that suddenly stands naked before you.

She corners me with silence

wraps me

into her whiteness, smooth and fabricated.

She douses me with cold water and ecstasy and makes my pen her bone and blood.

We write her in our silence.

When she leaves at 4 AM, she leaves me deeply sleeping.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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