For The Love

The refrigerator hums behind him. The silence between us is anything but deafening. Every noise — the appliances, the dog’s tags jingling as he scratches, the commercial on the television in the living room — is crystal clear. My nose runs as hot tears roll down my face. His hand disappears into his sleeve and he…

Hate Fuck

His laughter burns a hole through my chest and my hatred for him radiates off my skin. My fingers clench, the tips rub against the sweat of my palms. My entire body is damp with contempt. In the corner of the club he sits at the end of one of the VIP booths with one arm…