I glanced over at the table where he sat, buttons undone in neat gasps of air, their open mouths as surprised as I was….
She attacks with claws crafted out of wall slabs. A pot she bathed in hate in her hands, streaking its white ceramic with red…
Climbing this nightmare peak, I shift up through layers of chilled gauze, like meringue, like ice chips, piercing up into a sky that is…
The accuser is veiled in shadows, in curtains of silence that will not be parted. He carries a stone of monosyllables, taut against his…