Penumbra.

It’s where a heart goes to hide.— A story in 100 words.

It’s where a heart goes to hide. — A story in 100 words.

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Somewhere between here and there.
Somewhere between the light and the dark. 
Somewhere between love and lust.

That is the space we occupy.

At night, we kiss, desire.
In the morning, we wake, alone.
At night, we sweat, together.
In the morning, we bath, alone.
At night, we retreat, from each other.
In the morning, we eat, alone.

It’s safer in the shadows.
You can only get hurt if seen. 
Barely seen is barely noticed.

And it is to be forgotten in time.

The penumbra is comfort.
A shroud from risk. 
Free from hurt?

That is the space we occupy.