The Promise of Tomorrow

by Mary Ellen Taylor

“This is going to be a quick trip. Get in and get out. No drama.”

Hahah said everyone ever

I twisted my lips into a Joker-like grin that missed the genuine mark by a mile.

Same gf

“Life is what it is, girl,”

That one

I’d developed an obsession with the sun because in the ruins of my life, its cycle reminded me that this very consistent earth would keep turning in space despite the unexplainable chaos on the surface.

Maybe it would’ve been better if I’d stayed away. But I couldn’t because running away from home is hard.

My breasts ached with unsuckled milk.

Wtf