prose

DREAMLAND

She told him she was struggling to sleep,

307

There is one bus that takes you into the village

nighthawks

He sat alone between the salt and pepper shakers.

violet milk

You can try it once; I promise, nothing bad will happen.

Blurred Faces

What am I going to do with all the blurred faces in my head?

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.

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