Rest and Be Thankful

by Emma Glass

I told her she was strong like a tree and her red hair was autumn leaves falling.

I am ready to stamp the fucking daylights out of that spider.

She is best left to her grief, whichever shape it takes.

Thank you but what I need is a fucking rest.

Darkness suits you, makes you bigger, makes you harder, makes it easier for me to slam the door.

I will miss the lick you give your lips before you speak but I won’t miss the words that follow and fall out

She will always be here and she will never leave him. Holding on. Holding.