Spitting Out the Pink
She was in the bathroom spitting out the pink while he sat lazy in the living room with a bottle of beer. All around her, in tungsten glow, was plastic cases filled with glimmer shit she’d have to smear on her face before they went out. Blush. Lipstick. Eyeliner. She brushed her teeth hard. Canned laughter echoed up the stairwell. She gagged, but still kept steady the bristle scrub. She craned back her head. Spit pink. Pads and tampons next to his limp tie. Pee drip drops on the porcelain seat. She spit and spit and spit. Out the pink.
Written by Nick Sawatsky