Thin Ice

When I started, the words came tumbling out of me like a bubbling brook, not a flow exactly because that might suggest consistence and fluidity when this was a choking and vomiting confession. I said words that felt so separate from him, he almost disappeared when they fluttered out, wet and sticky and stuck to the floor after struggling to be.

Truth be Told

i told him what i've done. it happened just like i thought it would, except he didn't throw so many things. i'm sure when the excitement dies down, he'll leave me.