Strung Along

Surina Venkat

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She shed her clothes like snakeskin, stumbled behind the curtain to mix her tears with water. Relax, she told herself. Her skin wrinkled. Suds popped like soda bubbles. She pasted a picture to the window above her shower, watched as steam curled its edges, made it damp, and then she and Andrew fell to the tub’s bottom. She tried to pick the picture up, but it tore so easily. Like a skin shredded to strips, an ended relationship, and she couldn’t catch all the pieces before it went swirling down the drain.

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Surina Venkat spent most of her childhood sneaking books into her room so she could read when she was supposed to be sleeping. If she’s not writing or on a run with her dog, you can probably find her on Twitter or Instagram

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