It’s St. Elmo’s fire. The electric flashes of light that appear in dark skies out of nowhere. Sailors would guide entire journeys by it. But there was no fire. There wasn’t even a St. Elmo. They made it up… …because they needed it to keep going when things got tough. Just like you’re making up all of this. We’re all going through this. It’s our time on the edge. I’m just so tired. I never thought I’d be so tired at 22. I just don’t even know who to be anymore. Join the club. No one was buying this together- woman-of-the-eighties stuff anyway. And all this time I was afraid you’d find out I wasn’t fabulous.
This One Hot by Mikael Vojinovic
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