Nothing Is Ever the Same As They Said It Was

The street shines glossy black after the rain. The sidewalk cafes are crowded, and vehicles hiss by—their roar constantly approaching, breaking off, receding. I watch them and hold my breath, forgetting to blink. I am alert, but null. The restlessness of the city mirrors mine tonight, and slowly softens it. I've always enjoyed lights, sounds,… Continue reading Nothing Is Ever the Same As They Said It Was

Sneaking Out of Your Second Story’s Window

November rain is cutting through the stillness of the day, like a reminder to be present—a reminder that they are finally together, even without much to say to each other, and that maybe they shouldn't drift apart from each other yet. It's still early, and conversation is hard to hold. Their voices are breaking too… Continue reading Sneaking Out of Your Second Story’s Window

A Neon Sign That Read Exit Was Glowing in a Bar

During their first months of dating, he often asked'What are you made of?'and his eyes were always wide and hungry for her. She just smiled a little and said'I have no idea'And kissed him with hot, burning lips. Being with her was like playing with fire, but instead of burning him alive, she burned it… Continue reading A Neon Sign That Read Exit Was Glowing in a Bar

Swallowed Whole by Life, Not to Be Spat Out

It was summer when, night after night, we fell asleep with fast hearts and hurried dreams of sunlight, fresh air, and new adventures. You kneading my spine and pulsing through my veins, me telling myself that happiness never hurt anyone and, if worst came to worst, misery is always refundable. Seconds turned into days and… Continue reading Swallowed Whole by Life, Not to Be Spat Out