Fiction: Doughy Babies

by Akosua Adasi

Long train rides give me time to think.
The smooth ascent of a quickly moving vehicle
the stillness that I can feel when the world is going by 100mph
I told my mother that I didn’t have anything to hide
I told her I was okay
That was before I nursed the light blue gin bottle I had stored underneath my bed
drank it with such desire
that my heart stopped beating for a second
and all I could hear was the echo in my bones
telling me
to let go
to dive in
to reach for the end