Probing questions drill into the black oil of my consciousness, until secrets gush from my lips like a geyser. I tug soft woollen cuffs over scarred wrists, wrap arms across my shucked oyster chest. Nerve endings now “hyper-aroused”, mind and body exhausted, yet I’m unable to rest. I need to do, to act, but I’m bereft and overwrought. I’m Schrödinger’s glass: half empty, half full; headspace narrowing with each useless thought. What am I supposed to do with all this emotion? I’m drowning. Drowning in the sea of me. And you’re no longer around to toss a life jacket.
Jeanna Louise Skinner is a romance writer from Exeter who has been published by Ellipsis Magazine and The Cabinet of Heed. Bitten by a radioactive sloth as a teenager, procrastination is now her superpower. Twitter is her Kryptonite. Follow her @jeannalstars and @UKRomChat.
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