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13 fortune cookies
Virginia shot me and kicked me out of her car—a little awkward, since she had to unbuckle my seatbelt first. I hit the pavement on my elbow, and my funny bone wouldn’t shut up about it. I coughed blood, tasted
13 fortune cookies
Virginia shot me and kicked me out of her car—a little awkward, since she had to unbuckle my seatbelt first. I hit the pavement on my elbow, and my funny bone wouldn’t shut up about it. I coughed blood, tasted
one-hour zone
I can’t take a punch very well, because I tend to take all of them, and I’m taking all sorts from Owen right now—uppercuts, hooks, jabs—and I pass out until water whips my eyes. Mr. V is standing with Owen,
one-hour zone
I can’t take a punch very well, because I tend to take all of them, and I’m taking all sorts from Owen right now—uppercuts, hooks, jabs—and I pass out until water whips my eyes. Mr. V is standing with Owen,
then october came
I had no face until she painted it, and for a while, this worked. Then October came and so did the rain. Without eyes, I couldn’t find my way back to her. Without a mouth, I couldn’t ask for help.
then october came
I had no face until she painted it, and for a while, this worked. Then October came and so did the rain. Without eyes, I couldn’t find my way back to her. Without a mouth, I couldn’t ask for help.
naturally
At her funeral, she still had the burn marks when the dragon had laughed in her face. They blamed the creature, of course, and removed his head with many men and many axes. In private, I mourned the dragon, for
naturally
At her funeral, she still had the burn marks when the dragon had laughed in her face. They blamed the creature, of course, and removed his head with many men and many axes. In private, I mourned the dragon, for
wanda
“That blank page at the beginning of a book? That’s me,” Wanda says and goes out the door. All that remains of her is a dent on my pillow. I visit her apartment, which is vacated, and she has never
wanda
“That blank page at the beginning of a book? That’s me,” Wanda says and goes out the door. All that remains of her is a dent on my pillow. I visit her apartment, which is vacated, and she has never
midnight for miles
I woke up wobbly on the wrong side of the moon. It was midnight for miles. Nine missed calls, my helmet blinked. I threw up vodka inside my mask and inhaled it, until my crew found me. I showered. Then
midnight for miles
I woke up wobbly on the wrong side of the moon. It was midnight for miles. Nine missed calls, my helmet blinked. I threw up vodka inside my mask and inhaled it, until my crew found me. I showered. Then
sphaira
On the day Sphaira didn’t love me anymore, she said, “Delta, I don’t love you anymore” and she went towards the vanishing point. I walked after her but she kept shrinking and shrinking. I stopped at a diner, blackened my
sphaira
On the day Sphaira didn’t love me anymore, she said, “Delta, I don’t love you anymore” and she went towards the vanishing point. I walked after her but she kept shrinking and shrinking. I stopped at a diner, blackened my
evryali
The Gorgon was shy. But I liked shy. I knock-knock-knock-knocked on her door and waited — something like ten minutes — listening to her drag, krsssshhhhh, krsssshhhhh, krsssshhhhh. Click! Clock-clock! Clonk. The locks turned and the door cried open. I smelled garlic
evryali
The Gorgon was shy. But I liked shy. I knock-knock-knock-knocked on her door and waited — something like ten minutes — listening to her drag, krsssshhhhh, krsssshhhhh, krsssshhhhh. Click! Clock-clock! Clonk. The locks turned and the door cried open. I smelled garlic
the color of milk
She was taking laundry to the Laundromat and I asked, “Why are you taking laundry to the Laundromat?” and she said she wanted to see her socks somersault in the dryer, and I said I’d install a glass door in
the color of milk
She was taking laundry to the Laundromat and I asked, “Why are you taking laundry to the Laundromat?” and she said she wanted to see her socks somersault in the dryer, and I said I’d install a glass door in
it’s the damnedest thing
: I ask the Devil about the lipstick on his teeth and he licks it off, before I can applaud him on the color. “That was a warm-up,” I say. “Shall we begin?” : “Been a journalist long?” : “I
it’s the damnedest thing
: I ask the Devil about the lipstick on his teeth and he licks it off, before I can applaud him on the color. “That was a warm-up,” I say. “Shall we begin?” : “Been a journalist long?” : “I
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