Hot for Slayer

by Ali Hazelwood

I wished for a life that I couldn’t have, which was, apparently, my greatest flaw.

I liked my cramped little apartment. How early the winter sun set in the city. The way the people walked fast until they blurred, unaware of the fragility of their short little lives, day after week after month.

Immortality can mean deep thoughts and philosophical pondering and the relentless pursuit of knowledge,

Not everything is ideal. But I’m capable of finding my own meaning.

proclaims, “I am a man, and I make my own fortune.”