Ungodly
Standing on the altar of the kitchen table, reaching up to bite our names into the ceiling until they shimmered there like jagged stars. Our laughter felt so heavy in my chest, I feared my lungs might simply give way. Acting fearless, like we’d be the ones to defy the odds, before we reached the end of all our rope. We were so high on the idea of us, convinced the world would just stay out of our way. What lovely, tragic fools we were. We promised this house would hold us for a lifetime. We were lying to ourselves, and we didn't even know it. We treated time like a gift we’d never have to pay back. The tea’s been sitting since eleven, turning cold inside the ceramic blue. I’m still anchored to this wooden chair in a time that doesn't belong to me and you. The clock is ticking like a warning, but the gears are grinding in my head. The kitchen’s just a graveyard now of all the "almosts" that we never said. You were always better at the "gamble" than I was. You...