Tabitha Suzuma

I grew into it. It grew into me. We blurred at the edges, became an amorphous, seeping, crawling thing.

I am a person coming undone.

Otherwise I’ll fall apart. I’m going to fall apart. I am falling apart

The sky is on fire and the night has ended.

In sickness and in health?’ she asks. ‘Till death us do part?’

I shake my head. ‘Way beyond that,’ I say. ‘For ever.’

She takes my hands and leans in for a kiss. It hurts. Suddenly everything hurts