wordbiting

Remembering

I tried hard to remember your smell. The distinct bodily smell when your skin touched mine. That slightly pungent smell and that scarred skin.

But I remembered your hands easily. Your rough and calloused fingers. The lines and the corner of our bodies.

I wasn’t lost but I was scared

For the first 16 years of my life, I almost never took public transportation. My mother drove us everywhere, because she is many things at once and most certainly a superstar. I grew up getting from point A to point B without questioning the why, the how. From home to…

it’s not so bad when you’re around

He looked pathetic: a peach yoghurt on his right hand, eyes staring blankly to his blindingly bright laptop screen, sitting in the middle of a dimly lit bedroom, in his sweatshirt adorned by buffalo wings sauce drippings and disgusting beer stains.

Easier like this

There are many questionable choices he’s made in his life, but in this moment, nothing has ever felt more ill-timed.

His head is still halfway in the toilet bowl.

“Asshole,” the voice calls out again. He can hear a pair of heels clacking against…

murphy’s law (pt. 3)

Pa, 30 seconds after the call

Supposedly there are a thousand thoughts running through his head at the moment. One would be which daughter is it? The second would be but there’s no way she still has us on speed dial? Also, where the hell is Ma? Obviously, this is an…