The Last One

by Rachel Howzell Hall

I open my eyes and choose violence.

And I'm already here for this FMC

Heat arcs between us like it has since we met. “Are you two done?” Olivia snarks. “Or shall I come back for the baby shower?”

Maybe, in my old age, I will also make scented candles from my own beehives. A girl can dream, can’t she?

Honestly a girl can but you are much more

he looks at me as though I’m the last star in the sky before dawn, the last sip of clean water ever. And the world around us stands utterly still.

Dude this is all i crave

If he touched me right now, I’d fucking— “Good morning?” A

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh F$&k