Resting Place
© S. A. dos Remédios
Sometimes I wish
I could climb into the
space between your fingers,
let my legs swing against
your palm, my heels
hitting your love line –
a heartbeat one moment,
metronome the next –
and when I’m ready to sleep,
roll into palm centre and
let your fingers curl over me,
a blanket up to my chin
to stop sad thoughts getting in.
Feature Image by Joseph Gruenthal on Unsplash
Sophia dos Remédios
She / Her | London | Writer
Sophia is a medical student by day, writer by night, and practising feminist at all times. Through her writing, she aims to open up conversations about mental health, queerness and activism, to encourage others to share their stories, and to erase erasure.
