Monthly Archives: July 2012
They’re Coming
I can hear them getting closer. In the back, where it’s warm up against the boiler, I can smell the tang of must and mold; if I breathe heavy, it curls up in my mouth and nose, something like a … Continue reading
Future
If I hadn’t had it replaced by a silent model, I would’ve thought you heard my heart in my chest. If I hadn’t gotten that ‘auto adjust’ option on my irises, I could’ve let you be the only thing in … Continue reading