The Rest of Me

by Ashley Munoz

They say the devil is in the details. Maybe that’s why I decided to make a deal with him.

She wore grief like a heavy coat soaked in water. It was so similar to the tense feelings I carried around on my shoulders. I wanted to remove the burden, to take the coat off and help her breathe again.

I tried to explain that hate isn’t a disease; it’s an addiction. Once the heart gets a dose, it will always crave more.