before it happened i wrote it down like this, or: something felt at fifteen and turned into a list at twenty-five
1. walk to the beach. make small fires. the fire makes me jealous but also more determined. 2. he said: a pool of flesh,…
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Consumption ritual
Content warning: this piece contains references to graphic self-harm. At seventeen, I slipped from existence. What I mean to say; I…
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The Bird Keeper
(Trigger warning: mental illness, suicide) The foxgloves are blooming. So are the roses, the iceberg growing up the verandah poles, and the ones…
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reunion episode
a quarter-life crisis outstaying its welcome seeping like cask wine through a carpet i can’t write anything honest i’m always imagining someone reading and…
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Imaginary Uncanniness, Real Threat: On The Value of Monsters
I have loved many monsters. As a child, I filled my room with crude drawings of sandworms, demons, and marauding orcs, rendered all the…
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