Soulmates

Plopping onto his bed, she could feel the sting of the springs push into her back as she was on her plane.

He pushed his shoes off and flung them across the room, twisting her Old Navy flip-flops around her sturdy toes

He exhaled releasing the tight ball in his gut…it’s been there for days.

He flicked through his phone deleting every text, image, voicemail he could find with that damn red heart next to it.

Her hand became heavy, scabs drying over the waterfall of darkened bruises.

She cleared her throat and closed her eyes resting her head on the seat

Her thoughts becoming jumbled as a shot of pain rushes to her forehead…maybe it was the height of the plane.

“I hate her. I h-ay-tuh her.”

He lies in bed stewing in hate for her and for his eyes pooling in crystallized waves as he sucks in his body’s betrayal and

He searches for sleep.

She lies awake against her sleeping pill’s wishes, dry-eyed, empty, confused.