I grow wild within me as I drive. This means to the hospital. These are my days of blood, so I go there. I mean my parents found me ankle deep in bleach. Sanitizing everything like I feared we’d all …
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Burning Season
Let me tell you about the summer the devil came to town. Not with a clatter of hooves or the ramming of horns, but unnoticed, slipping through cracks in the earth where a harvest had once been planted. He breathed …
Revenge Body
It is 2024. I am two months postpartum, and I am the least thin I have ever been. I am soft and hollow after pregnancy, as shapeless and deflated as my stability ball which, once taut enough to support my …
