Runner-Up | A breakup in cliches and metaphors

Runner-Up | A breakup in cliches and metaphors

My bedroom, once bright and free, is now choking in amber and pontification. I’m landlocked by my white stucco walls and acquired vintage furniture. You’re there too. We are sitting on my white duvet, on opposite sides like strangers, as if you aren’t familiar with the pillows at my side, or the language of my body while I sleep. The distance is notably heavy, cold, even. My cat’s there too, in his litter box, raking through the tiny pellets lik…