passing cars

I force myself to focus sounds of cars passing. stop at a light turning left, and cars passing by lights bleed. it’s oddly soothing, cars pass in perfect cadence, monotony comforts cold. But– it’s not the sounds themselves that soothe. It’s that space between each whoosh– sudden moment of silence dappling the chaos. You know it’ll…

he had called her naked

Krystal gripped the corners of the paper towel in her fist. The weight of the strawberries pressed little red kisses, dappling the white towel. Frozen strawberries were the only food she could stomach when she was this hungover. As she rounded the street corner she clutched her purse tighter into her ribs, patent leather stuck…

the proposal

“What were you thinking about?” She clicked her phone off, placed it in her purse which she rested on the floor. “About how disgusting that floor is.” There was a paper bag laying a few feet away spilling out a used condom and an assortment of wadded paper towels. “It’s a knock off. I don’t…