Eleven Eleven

The battery percent on your phone tick down quickly as the train races through Queens. Your new boots twist in their stale leather; you wince. You tell her to embrace feelings, but tell him you can't accept any, yourself. He looks at you with those soft eyes and you think perhaps you are the one who's been mistaken. Red wine flows through your embers and for a moment, all seems right with the world.

You consider giving in to the floods, bending open your rib cage and allowing yourself to be swept away in the tide. How a Friday night in New York, may save your life, if you let it.