day 6
I was broken. I knew it. But how could he know that strange faces walked in my sleep at night, and interrupted my thoughts sometimes, even…
onyx
for my mother, I leave the memory of fresh narcissus stolen from the market on Wednesday late afternoon, the nail pleading wrist of April. …
Chapter 5: Onyx
…up ahead a bear-like size of man was balancing on one leg over hot coals, his muscle rippling with sweat as two dead swine swung at …