I am not like my sister. Instead of running, I write.

HER VOICE WAS RASPY.

Two pills everyday and they made
her mouth dry. Sipping water through
a straw, she spoke to him in whispers,
licking lips in rhythm with the ticking
of her Timex watch. She lied and said
she had a cold, but with that million-dollar
voice like Janis Joplin she'd really never
sounded better.

HE LOOKED SO ANGRY.

You could hardly tell unless you really knew him.
Bloodshot eyes and you could see he'd been awake
for hours. Barefoot. He couldn't help but curl his toes
and twist his tie in circles. And, if you could see the
rouge-like tinge upon his cheeks you would have thought
he'd been out running, maybe sex, but then you'd hear
the truth within his sigh.