prose

Shame

I let myself relax in the hard plastic of the train seat as I opened my file

Trance

There is blood on Mayil’s silk clothes.

Universe #29

I don’t recall when I first realized that I was myself,

juliette.

brass knuckles and bruised cheeks,
how many secrets can we keep?

Wordless

Would it surprise you that most days I now know not what to say?

Ihminen

We humans, all so tastelessly mortal.

She Lived

She had always liked running through the field, feeling the wind as she ran

Son of Sirens

“I saw him once, the son of sirens. That’s all you ever need to go mad,”

Butterflies

All through summer, Lily searched for butterflies.

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