Blood on my Name

I listened to this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xz5Mx3a8kRw while writing

His arms wrapped around her tightly, secure and warm and strong. She felt safe in those arms and she allowed a smile to rest upon her face. His chest was against her back, his heart steadily beating in his chest rising and falling slowly as he breathed. His breath moved the strands of hair from the nape of her neck, nose buried in her soft locks. He was deep in the dreamland, unaware of her pondering and insecurities-about the world, life, them.


She didn't want to move from his embrace. She did not want to leave the safety of his arms to go into the world full of idiotism, fear and a failing economy. She did not want to get up and exit their little sanctuary, dressing in a way her mother most certainly wouldn't find appropriate. She wanted to lay forever in their bed, him behind her: a pillar of strength, never failing, always standing tall. But the thoughts of him falling one day haunted her mind with appropriate images in the background.


Her breath shuddered out through her chest and her eyes clenched as she curled into his body, becoming smaller and smaller. She trembled, his arms wrapping tightly around her. Her gentle rock could feel her drifting away.



Sirens screamed and lights flashed in the streets, as a deranged lullaby rang through the dark world.

Reviews

[Carolynn]

It's sad that we feel so insecure with the world and all the uncertainty - this was a good read

[MH]

Thank you so much!