Fiction/Prose

Winter

Your lips are cracked, your eyes are tired. You move like the last leaves falling reluctantly from a tree that once was garish with life. I have watched your cheeks hollow, seen the flush behind them dwindle and fade. And I can hear you shrinking, further and further inside the jumper that is unraveling at the hem. Those long threads trail … Continue reading

Fiction/Prose

With Her

She looks at me as if she’s never seen anything like me before. Like I’m more than just a mass of flesh with skin stretched carelessly over the lumps and curves, rising and falling in monotonous repetition. Like I mean something, not just to her, but to the world. She leans over and I can’t … Continue reading