“Molten Light” by CJ Peradilla

YOU TWO ARE FIGHTING AGAIN, and I am caught in between, eclipsed by your shadows. I try, at best, to keep my voice to myself, let the words escape from my lungs through the smoke of my cigarette, let the gin soak my thoughts into acid disinterest. At some point in the argument he drills his finger through the air to point at me, spits out I’m the one to blame. I offer him no response. You mimic my silence, feed my guilt

CJ Peradilla writes for a living. Her prose and poetry have appeared in DANAS, Otoliths, Sunday Times Magazine, and The Cabinet.