Shirt Tails of Christmas Past
One year my boyfriend told me he had to get his cousin a Christmas present and asked me to help him pick something out. I was truly so naive I […]
Category Archives: not horror, but still uncomfortable
when I’m feeling lit’ry
The calm before
in which politicians volunteer to die, billionaires distribute millions of masks, cherry blossoms bloom
Obituary
I read your obituary and it was awful, basically just a long list of names, some of people that you hardly ever saw, much less knew you liked strawberry ice […]
Birthday Apocalyptica
I saw it was your birthday so I bought this card and felt the need to write a note in it – something beyond Happy birthday. Like, how I saw on the news that the hills are on fire again and five more species have been declared extinct and another glacier melted.
Glass Half Full of Evil
Are you a glass half empty or glass half full person? What if it’s a jar of broken glass? Spread there, for you to step on? This is a question […]
Smoke Gets In Your Eyes
What a difference a day makes.
They carried a man out feet first at the symphony last night.
don’t let stress ruin your life
The Last Whale
When the last whale passed by there was so much excitement you almost forgot it was supposed to be a sad thing that was happening. Everyone was out on the […]
The Banquet of Desire
I want to chew through you like steak. I want to feel the many textures of you against my tongue – here, rough like salted almonds; there, smooth like mashed […]
A Knife at the Side of the Bed
I sleep with a knife by my bed. It’s a Kershaw, matte silver in color, and folds compactly in on itself. Pleasingly weighty, it fits elegantly in the hand. It is […]
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