Burnout

by Coralee June

I learned long ago that you could tell a lot about a man by the way he smelled.

If there was anything life had taught me, it was not to let kindness blur your realities.

“Because when you have the world, everyone wants to take it from you,”

Why just survive, when you can thrive?”

“Well, you’re the type to give your mask away to someone that already has their own. Your mother was breathing your air, Blakely. I’m not going to do that. I’ve got my own supply. My own lungs.”

The road to prison was paved with good intentions,

You’ve got that big dick energy, kid. Put that shit away and do what’s right.”

“Let’s not define it by nothings and somethings

I think storms are beautiful. Chaotic. They’re filled to the brim with power and electricity. They spark change. They inspire new growth. Storms can be scary, but I love them,”

“I’m in love with your sister, Lance. I’ve been in love with her since the moment she knocked on your door. You’re my brother, but she’s my soul. My fucking soul. We can talk about this later, and you can kick my ass if you want, but I’m going to make sure she’s safe first.”