His fingers are long and slender, pale as chalk dust, and thin as icicles, hanging from the bare branches of a dying bush. They move with certainty and speed as if they possess a life of their own, making stitch after stitch, sewing on endless numbers of sequins,...
Content warning: mental illness, child abuse Paula stands at the new basin. The empty space behind her is where the old bath used to be. She’s suddenly unsure what the frosted window beside her conceals or reveals, which is weird because she’s lived in the house for...
‘This was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once.’ – William Shakespeare, Hamlet Content warning: violence, self-harm, mental illness January The end began as the beginning did, midwinter, and we can almost imagine that there...
Colorado, 1993 Half a mile into the ten-mile drive between Paonia and the scraggly five acres east of Hotchkiss, Meghan cranks down the window. The midnight air, sharpened by piñon and frost, kisses her skin. She clenches and releases one hand and then the other,...
Now that the end was here, she pulled her aching body from the bed. Forty-five minutes of pulling, grinding of bones and fighting taut tendons. At eight the next morning, her home help would arrive and find the bed stained and cold and empty. She left her gnarled...
Content warning: violence Granton Harbour Breakwater I had stood by the water’s edge before, wondering if the drop and the cold could take me. I felt a sickness, heavy in my throat, by the way my words had lain quiet behind closed tight teeth and lips. I had...
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