Category Archives: Fiction

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 →

Somewhere along the way, they stopped saying “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” Somewhere along the way, they stopped having to listen to the comforting words of friends, acquaintances, strangers. Somewhere along the way, she stopped leaving, and took … Continue reading →

The ghost of electricity howls through my veins, a crackling blue silver I can feel dancing along my bones, laughing behind my eyes. The remnants of it flicker within my still-beating heart, and the buzz-hum of it washes over my … Continue reading →

When I was a little girl, maybe no more than five or six, I woke up in the morning with a spiderbite on one hip. Red and angry and wild, it flared to the size of my palm, disturbed by … Continue reading →

Liquid rush, heat, sensation, a pattering sound, drip drip drip warm against the skin and why, why are things gone gray and muzzy? I can taste salt and copper, and feel the heat of the white sun like a weight … Continue reading →