Break the Girl

The cold burns not only the air, but also words. Where “I love you” should be, there is emptiness, and instead of care, there is the dull ringing of a broken pearl. Everything looks almost mundane: resentment is hidden in a pocket, tears are hidden in a movie theater, but the heart still keeps asking “why.” The music hangs on the edge, as if you were swaying on a bridge that is already burning behind you. The irony is that no one has learned the lesson: it turned out to be easier to break than to protect.

Author: amitybloc, Benji Gershon

Gaffer Mark Sosiac