I Want To Fall Out Of Love

Sometimes you just want to be free.

Photo by Bruno van der Kraan on Unsplash

Small maroon lights glow behind the bar, bleeding through the atmosphere like dying stars. Filling in the cracks of darkness, it spreads a sense of desire. Of danger. Of lust. The trace light catches the side of the woman’s face across from me, contouring her cheekbone as she smiles. It’s not a smile of laughter, but of intention. Of an idea she watches in…