We Need to Do Something

by Max Booth III

The moment I got home this evening, it felt like he was begging for a fight, it didn’t matter with who—anybody would do, as long as they could bleed, as long as they could break.

The way they act around one another, it’s less like a marriage, more like an epic rivalry.

We dig our own graves and then we jump headfirst.

“Brave enough to destroy the world, but too chickenshit to own up to it, huh?”