Prose Poem: Independence Day

Fireworks boomed through my tiny apartment perched high in the sky. Arranged around the coffee table were your friends and mine. You spotted my photo albums alone on a ledge. Rifling through each, your excitement went over the edge. “There!” you pointed, pride on your face. “This is what she looked like when I had a taste.” Flaunting a picture of me so young and so pretty… Continue reading Prose Poem: Independence Day