standing here, flesh and bone and abandoned.
Even my soul saidfuck thisand dipped.
Romeo leans in,
two fingers sinking into my hip.
His breath fans across the edge of my face?—
“I know a spot.
“Old hotel two blocks up.
“Bar, library room in the back, quiet as hell.”
November slides into my mouth
like a second set of lungs.
Ice-lined. Merciless.
She tries to resuscitate me.
Tries to help me breathe.
There’s no hope. And I let Romeo’s hand go.
“I need to make a call first.”
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.
I don’t want to be here with him.
But I don’t want to be alone right now.
Romeo waits as I step away,
digging for my phone.
I could call Celie. Or Ben.
Or the boy I left inside,
tell him I’m an idiot for still wanting him.
I wonder if he’s the type to use sex as punishment, let his heartbreak drip off pussy, forget me by fucking someone else.
To bury it, sweat it out into a stranger.
Could be why his number’s so high.
I tap the name of the only one who doesn’t sugarcoat shit.
The only name that never lies to me.
It doesn’t ring.
AI Brooke:“Welcome back, Allison. Continuing your last inquiry: yes, catscanscream. Would you like to hear a recording?”
