They came at night — a great pilgrimage of arthropods. They poured in from faucets, electrical outlets, light fixtures. They squirmed through hairline fractures in the walls, making their way from the dark hidden places of the cottage and coming together… […]
Suffocation — T’quan wading seas of tiny fairies, flicking them out his bush, raking them into jars with his afro pick. Ingesting them like he’s ingested so much of Haven, swallowed rules and responsibilities. Choked on bland, bitter taste. […]
We have a space carved out of the world just for us. It’s an apartment in the city, a cabin in the woods, a basement in the suburbs. It’s big or small, tidy or dilapidated, but it is ours; and the important part is it rubs rough on the edges of your world. […]
There was once a girl who got up for a glass of water sometime around 5:00. She kept time by the dark blue morning seeping in through the bathroom’s frosted glass. The girl was a woman, a woman named Doe, and she lived alone except for the Whisper. […]
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