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I dream
I dream of your arms around me, a twining sort of hold, pulling me down against you, arms and legs tangled, my cheek on yours. I can smell your hair, the curls against my nose and lips, and I hear … Continue reading
Gnash
I woke from dreams where they were at my skin, jaw clenching, snapping, biting at the air only a breath from being in my flesh. I woke, sweatslick and trembling, curling into myself, my own teeth bared. I woke to … Continue reading
Return 11
No one kept track of the days after the world ended. They had started to, but then one day bled into the next somewhat easily. No one really kept track of the days after we managed to collect, and stick … Continue reading
Return 10
The next day, small animals, those who may have managed to survive by living in warrens and tunnels. Blind moles, rats, snakes. We caught many — some were kept, and were given scrap and rind and their weaker comrades; in … Continue reading
Return 9
The next morning, the children were gone again, and many of us, including Ilen, were uneasy yet again. But they came back that evening, and over time, we grew to understand that even if we did not agree with the … Continue reading