Memories of Aspen

ten

ten

                “why do you do it?” her voice bounced off the walls of the small bathroom. i looked up and met her blue eyes through the mirror.

                her arms were crossed over her chest;

                her face void of any emotion.

                i glanced back down and stared at the thin, white lines of blow.

                “it helps,” my voice was hoarse.

                aspen took a step forward and slightly titled her head to the side, “with your demons.”

                it wasn’t a question but I still nodded.

                it was then she realized i was broken too.