Sex after the Storm
We’re still shouting, it makes my heart hurt. And then, BANG the door slams shut. In the corridor, I’m suddenly alone. The walls reverberate with nothingness. And my tears chose to fall. Great racking sobs. For the love that we’d had, that I shattered, for my big mouth, for your sharp retorts and the shreds of our relationship that are left in this sullen silence, made all the more conspicuous by your absence. I picture you, striding towards nowhere. Your docs hitting the pavement in a steady...