A Ship of Bones and Teeth

by Karina Halle

“You are not falling apart, luv,” I tell her, speaking so that my lips touch hers. “You are just falling into place.”

“I’ve fallen for you, drowned in this pure delirium of what you are, this fever dream that won’t let me go. Your heart, soul, body, and spirit. Oh, how I love you fiercely.”