"her breathe lingered in front of her like the ghosts that haunted her bedside at midnight. her bones felt brittle, her skin was speckled with red and her shoes tapped the concrete like she were petting a kitten. her soul was numb as she crawled beneath the duvet. the city had a heartbeat if you just listened for it; beneath the horns and shivering steel plates. a slow, dolling, rocking chair thudding that kept her company during her question brimmed insomnia."
