to almost die [again]

[1098, the number of the ministering angels]

I owe them my life, maybe him too

for making little things feel significant

And now I can’t concentrate, too naked to

focus on tasks requiring togetherness

Are you okay?

I want to say yes, but safety means nothing when

I still feel so vulnerable, haven’t seen my

life flash before my eyes in a while

Do you want to talk?

I want to say yes but I don’t know how to put

my thoughts together I feel so watched,

but I’ve never been so thankful to be

spared and right now, I just want to feel loved

Something I’ll never get from you…