warships and restlessnessMature

It's three in the afternoon and even though I'm cold I remain in this chair wearing his boxers and a tank top - because outside the sun is scorching the earth as if she's scorned him and all he has left is to weep and rage; and days like today always rattle my bones.  The rushed ache of a work day still hangs over my skeleton, a restlessness harbored in the docks between my ribs - a fleet of warships sent to keep me up tonight.

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