He’s breathing so I can’t.
I hate him for being.
He takes a pretty girl, I try not to watch.
He excels and I cannot move.
Aging on my couch. My heart is skipping beats again.
Nothing bad ever happens to the perfect ones, like him.
Why not just once? Everything is so damn uneven.
I am still being punished.
My heart is a dirt basement; sometimes I feel nothing.
And here he is again, to make my day even worse.
Sharon Ava Ezekiel is a registered nurse, attorney and native Ohioan. She has performed with a dance ensemble and loves all four-legged creatures. Her work, “The Storm Cellar”, was published in Flash Fiction Magazine.