I could see the syrup as it stuck between his teeth and made strings of sticky spit between his lips. He cut an even bigger piece than what he had already hanging out of his mouth and added it to the wad on his tongue. He grabbed his orange juice and added an orange filmy layer into the blender.
My nails scrape for an edge— a lip— a crack to anchor me to, but the walls are as smooth as Willy Wonka’s bubble room and I’ve lost all sense of direction.
I feel cold inside. Like a thousand little pieces of my soul have shattered and scattered within my mind. My sunlight hides behind rolling clouds.
He unrolled his newspaper and flipped through the pages. I don’t even know why it was rolled in the first place. It’s like he was itching for a chance to slap me with it.
I see the love we share and the pain you cannot hide. Everything's so clear when your hand encircles mine. No joy of mine can compare to the thrill of your embrace.
I hopped towards the door attempting, but failing to tie my shoe as I went. Unfortunately for me, I forgot to move my bag last night and l face planted into to the plush carpet. My nose itched from the sea of fragrant carpet fluff.
Rose hummed an old blues song while she worked. We fell into a pattern, and the dishes were dried and stacked on the island in no time at all. Rose moved to the island and began putting everything in its rightful place.
“Go get your food,” he said with a wave of his arm. I nodded again and scuffled my way to the kitchen. “And pick up your feet when you walk,” Jared yelled after me.
This place wasn’t full of sunshine and a dry heat perfect for my morning runs. The air didn’t stick to me in Tuscon like it was here. South Tucson was my home. I lived with my mom; I ate TV meals instead of the traditional family dinners. My home was a single story doublewide on the edge of a trailer park.
I’ve pushed her deep within; hidden behind organs and bones. I add an extra lull to my laugh, plaster a smile to my cheeks. She is stuck with no hope for survival.