I feel like I’m in a smoke-filled room.
My lungs are clogged, heavy, so with every breath I choke on the air, heaving out my guts. Somewhere in the corner, your silhouette is bent over, hair held back with one hand, a turkey dinner splayed out on the ground. To my right, I can hear my sister suffocating under the confusion of life, with your brother’s arm wrapped around her shoulder possessively.
My mom is under Holt’s controlling thumb.
Mandy is weeping over the family she always wanted.
Everything’s blurred.
Hidden in smoke.
And all I can do is sit here, choking.
