Salt in the
Marriage Cup

The only thing keeping me sane on the night shift right now.

I have notes. The notes are just my heart rate.

Started it to fall asleep. It is now 4am.

“Felt like eavesdropping on something I wasn't meant to hear. Couldn't stop.”

“I don't leave reviews. I'm leaving this one on the floor, where it left me.”

I have read chapter one four times and I am not okay. The three-feet-of-floor line lives in me now.

Cried at a line about a coat. A COAT.

the tension in this could hold a roof up.