Jack Bailey

"You and him"

It burns deeper on the inside now. That existential dread, the bottomless pit emptying my stomach, the rumbling chasm that echoes throughout the dead ribs of the quaint village church. I would scream but would my stomach think of it as an invitation to let out all the hurt. I hadn’t eaten in two days so all that would come up is bile, the choleric, fiery pain where the burning began.