Together We Rot

by Skyla Arndt

“What kind of dreams?” But I think I know. “Ones that had me praying,”

“I didn’t tell you, but it was you. It’s always been you. And if you asked me now, I’d tell you I love you.”

dark thoughts were ships passing in the night. You can choose to watch them go. You don’t need to sail away with each one.

When you’re angry, she says, it’s like you’re on fire. You need to cool off or you’ll burn yourself and those you care about.