Bunny

Unlike my street, which smells of sad man piss, hers smells of autumn leaves

A pause so pregnant it delivers, consumes its own spawn, then grows big with child again

(Is it me drowning you, Samantha, or did you wade in here of your own free will, your pockets full of black stones?)

Well. Because I love you, Bunny. Actually. You’re actually my favorite.

You’re my favorite too, I lied. But in that moment, I meant it. I meant it so much I cried.

“The real world, lady. It’s out there. Do you even know that? You’re going to have to get back to it sometime.”

Why can’t you be happy? Why do you always assume the worst about every situation?

don’t know how long we’ve been sitting here, staring at this creature who has curled himself into a tight, unyielding little ball. His red eyes mock me. His stare mocks me. Explode. Fucking explode, you little shit. Caroline yawns discreetly. Victoria yawns openly. Kira looks at her watch and then at each of them and then back at her watch. Eleanor’s just watching me.

from her back, and charges out of the room.

Ava’s back.
Ava.
Before I can even move, before I can even think, Max reaches out, takes the ax

coffee mug I stole from the English department lounge that says A Room of One’s Own.