WARNING: This story contains disturbing content involving children. 18+
Is the taste of my bile. I hug the porcelain bowl, body heavy, anchored to the tile. My throat burns and no honey here to hold my head up while my stomach churns. The fever won’t quit It’s lonely and painful. I pass out and I drown in my own vomit.
Keona here again…I got another weird recording. My girls were up last night and maybe it’s just children’s games but…it’s a bit scary. I found the board under Jamie’s bed…not sure what my next step should be.
Black skies and black waters.
Unmake the scars that I bear. Those lingering memories of rejection. Unmake me. Undo the tears, the crying done in my father’s arms, the restless nights, the isolation and the fear. Strip me bare and unmake into a babe unmarked by life. Erase my name, forget my face and undo the scars that make me […]
We’re wax bodies clung to each other like scented candles in the night. Dripping hot we’re sticky. And when the heat finally dies, we’ll harden like bodies frozen in time wax turned cold. Will we ever warm up again?
Another Walk Home
“Jokes on You.”