Monthly Archives: November 2014
Cold Goodbye
The knifesharp of a cold goodbye is more than just a stabbing, a flutterdown slice to separate breath from bone. My safeword is hidden from you; I have decided to keep it for myself, which means I alone hold both … Continue reading
If It Came To That
A little while back, my mother’s second husband used to set little fires and blame them on me. Curtains. Carpet. Mother’s dresses. He would light tissues and drop them, to see if they could burn up before they hit the … Continue reading
Hail Mary
Frostbitten fingers clung to the rusted out fire escape. She pulled herself up the side of the building, panting breaths pluming in the still winter’s air. Tears had frozen on her cheeks, and she could taste blood in the burn … Continue reading
Now they knew
Somewhere along the line, things have grown more and less crisp, the lines between black and white blurring into gray and then resolving so that I am standing, clearly, on the wrong side. It was easier when I worked alone. … Continue reading
Hopefully I Will Forget
A thousand thousand years from now, when this planet is ash and dust, uninhabitable but still adventurable, they will find us in a vast archaeological dig, looking for their own history. They will search, and they will find the ruins … Continue reading