I couldn't sleep with her next to me. The smell was making me crazy. She dead to the world, breathing her breath, rustling the covers, each movement sent her smell across the bed. Sour. Sick.

For weeks she wasted away in front of me. Now she didn't eat and her body was starting to draw on what little reserves we left. All fat gone, now her muscle. I was afraid to touch her. Afraid to look too closely. Afraid to see her slow wasting death.

But we still shared this bed. She and I, as always. The only difference now is that she slept soundly and I smelled her. Surrounded by it, but loving her too much to go somewhere else to sleep.

Lost and losing. Our 'we' changed forever.


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xesands about 10 years ago

This affected me quite a bit. It moved me to record it (please let me know if I failed to attribute rights correctly). http://soundcloud.com/xesands/gp91611wasting

Galen about 10 years ago


sduncan235 (joined about 10 years ago)

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I couldn't sleep with her next to me.
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