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

When I woke, my hands were empty, but the sound remained — a cold metal whisper running up and down the spine of something unfinished. The zip moved on its own, caught between

Love came first, soft as the inside of a collar. It whispered: Stay. The zip moved on its own