Category: prose

  • I ask you to define death, and you tell me that death is a __pantheon of__ ___nightmares__shifting into alignment rightbefore the collapse.When I look into your ___past__I can see how thisquestion came with a gravity that weighs you down at the __root__- I would apologize, but instead I _light a cigarette___and that’s something you hate…

  • the way your soul drops anchor in that moment, determined to stay forever no matter the condition of the sea. but you are stronger than the anchor and all the storms combined, so you drag your anchor up the stairs into the cold night and into the snow drifts. you wait with friends until their…