The Dream - Love Hate Zip

The zip moved on its own, caught between wanting to close and needing to break. It remembered every time a mouth said forever but meant for now . It knew the weight of a coat put on someone else’s shoulders in the rain.

Then hate arrived, not loud, but certain — a slow unthreading of every kiss, each stitch of forgiveness undone by a single tug. The Dream Love Hate Zip

Love, hate, dream, zip. One syllable each. Four ways of saying: I almost held it. The zip moved on its own, caught between

In the dream, there was no color — only the zip of a jacket being pulled up, then down, then up again. The sound was a heartbeat, or maybe a warning. The zip moved on its own