Tag Archives: grief
What It Is About Christmas
“Dunno what it is about Christmas,” she said, looking down at her empty hands. Chipped nails fiddle with the fraying edges of her cheap fingerless gloves. “Sometimes I duck into the churches that stay open overnight. Around this time of … Continue reading
Flashback
“Fuck Christmas.” “You’re like this every year.” “I maintain: Fuck Christmas.” “You love the lights.” “They stop working every year. I have to take them all apart and try again.” “You love the holiday dinners.” “Just gimme Chinese.” “You love … Continue reading
Visions of Leni
I believed him, when he said he wouldn’t just kill her. I believed him, when he said he’d make it worse than that. For all the lies I’d caught him in, for all the betrayals, this wasn’t something I was … Continue reading
Nothing Like
I am nothing like the tiny slip of a thing you have now. I am nothing like the babysmell of soft curls she bore you. I am nothing like the delicate ones you saved and cradled. I was strong before … Continue reading
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