“One, two, shhhh, she's
counting. Ariel runs, tiny legs waddling across pavement, her chubby
fingers barely able to grasp her daily Pepsi, she runs.
Poison in hand, smile on face, looking for hiding spots, three. Ariel
stops, she takes a sip. She's already consumed 1460 sodas in her
lifetime, she's 5. She runs, inhaling deeply as her lungs try to catch
up with her feet.
Kayla's 35, 4, 5, she counts the lights hanging from the hospital roof
as she's rushed to surgery, they flicker above...
