Georgia kills me and then washes her hands in the sink. She gets blood everywhere. I tell her to use soap. She spits at where she thinks I am; she misses. She is not beautiful anymore, neither am I. Now we sleep in the same bed, and we never have to eat and we’re never hungry. And we are even less beautiful now that we are pretending. I killed Georgia, and then Georgia killed me. We are on fire, and we don’t even feel it. We are even.
The Writer: Eman Bouras lives in Florida with her guinea pig and two dogs. She studies Biology, and enjoys spending her weekends outdoors.
The Photographer: David J. Thompson's photos have appeared in a number of on-line and print journals. His website is ninemilephoto.com.