If I Did
– “If I loved you,” she says, “if I did, would it matter?” Her expression pained, her eyes growing red, the strain multiplying and spreading; first around the tiny iris, like red felt tip tracing an outline, and then turning the white a salmon pink. Her lips contort as she speaks, as she holds back emotion, as she holds back truth. It’s the bulging, it’s the emotion attempting to escape; bulging at the closure of her lips. It is like the shivering of the iron door as you try to keep out the storm. She looks away. That same jagged […]