4 a peach

The sun doesn't care what it strikes

perfect energy, reflecting imperfections, the dust of our lives fluttering in the windowsill of light tendrils

everyday I felt like a lifeless drifting speck in that window

until I met her

my screen lit up as a notification barely intelligible mention appeared,

"@dhelp hey u want brugr?"

great another useless reply today, I jotted back,

"why are you @ing the Denny's support account? --Steph"

"ah sht, sorry, i forgot to mention my friend, gng out lol"

"awesome, have a good one and b safe out there --Steph"

it was 5 am and i was ready to be done with my shit shift staring at the screen and replying to nobody demands and illiteracy

but my phone vibrated, it was my personal DMs

"hey i saw you lived in the Denver area, when do you get off?"

it was the same girl, sounding slightly more sober

"lol, you found my real handle? tf, that's pretty sus"

"look i just want to make it up to you, i know it's early and you don't know me, but I know we're both burnt out right now and I think you need a burger"

"why the fuck would I meet up with a stranger at 5 am to go to Denny's? this is just a job I dont have to leave my dorm for"

"I don't think you understand, look outside"

there was a girl looming over my monitor in the rain with her phone screen lightly showing our Dms across the screen

she pulled me through the window, shards of glass penetrating my skin, blood oozing out of me but the only thing i could feel were her eyes stinging into me

"how do you feel about IHOB Steph?"

her glare consuming my vision as i could taste her breath,

overcooked beef and burnt onions marched into my nostrils with mustard soaking into my shirt like her brand of toothpaste was a cursed smelly skillet

instinctively, i started to dry heave

"fuck you, you wouldn't know quality if it a whole swamp of it dropped over your miserable existence" she hissed at my non answer

she dragged my body against the sidewalk to her car, some beat up shitcan where she tossed me into the backseat, onto a pile of Denny's togo boxes and plastic containers for the pancakes and waffles, incredibly sticky like a Denny's slime monster, and that smell even worse than her breath

"where are you taking me? let me go!"

"you don't speak, you're here to witness"

i slam into a layer of moldy slice of cheese as her car sputters down the road slipping on the fresh rain, the rain from my body drips into the boxes, and i meld into it, reigniting the years of dead bacteria and viruses that permeated the cushions 

she grabs my face down, stacking the weight of filled leftover boxes, the warm greasy heat from fries slipping down my neck

i'm breathing so much beef, i can almost feel the trauma of the cows this all came from, drowning in someone else's bliss

i fight to loose the boxes off my neck, but it doesn't stop, I don't know where she's getting them from, I can't even move my limbs anymore there's so many

the moment before I lose consciousness I realize half the boxes are open and im just covered in mayonnaise