Feel like I’m going to explode from my head racing
I was grabbed by the shoulders and shaken as hot spit splattered on my face. The fading purple red horizon was ultraviolet. You’re so mad. Your face became apart of the horizon. Your chewy chocolate eyes glued to mine, blazing in your fury.
“You need to stop fucking loving me.”
Why are we in a desert? Where are we? The sun is burning my skin as it sinks below the flat of baked dirt.
“I mean it, you need to stop fucking thinking about me. I don’t love you!”
My head is pounding. Everything is muffled and amplified. Why are you so mad at me.
Then I wake up.