Post-Mortem
I sigh with the tree. The tears sprout from my eyes, dripping onto the tangled roots beneath.
I sigh with the tree. The tears sprout from my eyes, dripping onto the tangled roots beneath.
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Lying in bed. I kiss his lips. Trying to taste the ocean I was born into but he is not home. Not even close.
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The hypnotic tingling draws her inward. Her mind starts humming a tune she never dreamed of singing.
My uncle once brought me fishing at his gun club, another family conspiracy to masculinize me. We were deep in what some locals call Swamp Yankee territory…
We are in my girlfriend’s apartment in Lawrence, a room of white walls and carpet crisscrossed with fresh vacuum trails…
Dark hair matted to the little girl’s head. Her lips were dried and cracked; her eyes sunken. Despite her olive-toned skin, she was pale.
With trembling hands, Millie gently removed the lid of the urn and exhaled with the first release of gray powder.