Exhaust
Some people are just not good for you. Pair with Toxic by Britney Spears.
I should have known. It is the same every time. She opens up her mouth and thick black smoke comes out. It stings in my nose and my eyes start to water. Soon I have to cough and it rips up my lungs like the claws of a mountain lion. I bend over in pain and fall to my knees, clutching my chest. I try to remember my name. Who I am. What I stand for. Even the thinnest thread of gratitude eludes me. I am enveloped in toxic fumes and weighed down by the concentration of heavy metals.
Regitze Ladekarl has re-emerged as a raconteur after a long, successful career elsewhere. She crafts universal tales from everyday lives with an honest, sharp and witty pen. Besides working on a forthcoming novel, she flexes her voice with personal essays, flash fiction, and method writing here on Medium.
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