bisexual.
that’s what i am.
i repeated the word in my head
as i waited for the train
trying to get used to the way it sounded
describing me.
bisexual.
i felt relief
knowing i had a diagnosis for
the constant nudging of the past few months.
bisexual.
not straight.
not gay.
bisexual.
i like it and i hate it.
the train pulled in
i absentmindedly boarded
still letting the word rumenate within my thoughts.
snow crunched beneath my shoes
as i walked home.
the street was covered in white
the sky gray with dusk
and my eyes wandered up and down
skeletal trees
dim street lights
the old ramshackle buildings.
when i arrived home
snowflakes were falling
catching on my eyelashes
slipping down my collar.
i ascended the outdoor steps
and was met by a sullen looking
Midori.
i frowned.
she didn’t greet me
instead words escaped her mouth that
i wished i’d never had to hear.
“i need to tell you something.
something i should’ve told you ages ago.”
YOU ARE READING
Through Viridian Seas
Short Story❝ the world has taken away who i really am. who i want to be. ❞ in which loneliness is washed away by a sea of blue-green beauty. ❄girlxgirl❄a cellphone novel❄complete❄ #152 in short story | 28/7/17 © 2017 salmonskinroll written 21/5 to 27/7/17
