the music was bursting through
her skull, the pill bottle in her hand
halfway full.
her phone was ringing. she picked
up without thinking.
"hello?"
"virginia? where are you?"
"i'm at lake st. clair," the place
where she couldn't save her sister.
"why are you there—"
[call ended]
virginia sat at the shore, the feeling
of the sand in between her toes
pulling too many memories to the
surface. she opened the cap of the
bottle and swallowed what was left.
