Just For Kicks
Danielle Chelosky
He wanted to eat her out while she read his book aloud.
I add “Ripple” to the playlist and cry, imagine her cradling my broken body the same way I held her own: like it was the world’s rarest treasure. Like I’d never let go.
The next day, she threatened to slit my throat in the dead of night, said my sheets would run redder than every last cunt in Orange County.
HOW COULD SHE POSSIBLY KNOW? How much her words would affect me?
There were all these portraits of me hung on the walls and they would dance on the frames,
the shadow people that spiritually strapped my body to the mattress.
He wanted to eat her out while she read his book aloud.
Freshly thirty and newly heartbroken, the second class of our writers' workshop found me at a very midlife crisis time in my life. On Monday, things ended with the man I thought I might
“You want to go to Heaven with me tonight?” Juniper delicately dropped one of the pieces of sandwich into her mouth.
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