A door slam later, Hannah stood in the rain, her back to Isabel's house. The rain felt heavier than it was, large plump droplets bouncing off the ground. They cooled her hot cheeks and dappled ... [+]
I muse my bed deep think to the ceiling I hungry the biscuit tin lazy the sofa watch an old war film—in each shot a horse dies I worry a text riot emojis laugh and cry and laugh and cry until I'm all wrung out sometimes I feel a compulsion to fall in love ponder the beauty of jointly planning a life sometimes I feel a burning need to tear open the car door at high speed just to see what happens