Lillian The caustic rain of lacerations began as soon as Lillian burst awake at six am. The memory of that morning’s coffee would wound her two hours later. A baby in a stroller wounded her on the way to the bank. She tasted blood on her gums. A bus with mute, mutated faces in theContinue reading “Stab Wounds Everywhere”
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Pull Me Apart and Analyze the Pieces
Shelly pinched a nit between her index finger and thumb and then carefully slid it down her long strands of hair until it released at the end. She held it in a firm pinch-grip and transferred it to the stark white void of the bedsheet. It was like a little operating theater. She wished forContinue reading “Pull Me Apart and Analyze the Pieces”
Crumbling Asphalt 