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The feathers were like motes of dust in the sunlight; the wind that blew away whatever had been left of structure, flapped our coats, tied perfect knots in our hair, it gathered up the down and pins and whorled them … Continue reading
I See You
Don’t think I don’t. You slipped away once and I should have grabbed hold of you. You know the world, our world, the world of words in which we work, has a hundred thousand rumors. That you bear the same … Continue reading
If I Could
If I could reach through to the inside of you and pull you out, pull the very insides of you out for all the world to see, you would look like nothing more than a bundle of paper bags gone … Continue reading
Flinch
“Lies?” he said, looking down at his hands, as though he held a script. “They’re like… little boats on a big river. So many things can go wrong. Doesn’t matter how well-constructed it is, it can still sink,” he said, … Continue reading
I with my knife
I wonder each time I see her, ever since we lost one another, if she imagines a life we might have had outside of all of this, if we could have escaped the choke hold the Guild held on the … Continue reading