Apex Magazine
Content Warnings: suicide, suicidal ideation, self-harm I don’t know if, in the beginning, it was that they promised me anything, or if I imagined they promised me something. At the...
My Suicides
Content Warnings: suicide, suicidal ideation, self-harm I don’t know if, in the beginning, it was that they promised me anything, or if I imagined they promised me something. At the...
I slipped the piece of reflective glass into my upper arm, right under the skin. It came from your grandmother’s antique dresser. I’d joked about burning the dark mahogany monstrosity....
Glass
I slipped the piece of reflective glass into my upper arm, right under the skin. It came from your grandmother’s antique dresser. I’d joked about burning the dark mahogany monstrosity....
My mother tended to the springs of conception and abortion for a thousand years. Then she passed them to me. Some said that between the bookstore and the steel factory...
The Bathhouse for Long Life
My mother tended to the springs of conception and abortion for a thousand years. Then she passed them to me. Some said that between the bookstore and the steel factory...
The bell clangs a second time and I shuffle out of the heat of the inner courtyard, the tiles shimmering from the midday sun. With my hand on the bolt,...
Un Lamento de Flores
The bell clangs a second time and I shuffle out of the heat of the inner courtyard, the tiles shimmering from the midday sun. With my hand on the bolt,...
Agnes hiked into the woods in her bathing suit and never came back. We found her marine shoes in a plastic bag of crushed seashells next to a small pool filled with...
The Island of Sea Turtles and Blood
Agnes hiked into the woods in her bathing suit and never came back. We found her marine shoes in a plastic bag of crushed seashells next to a small pool filled with...
You’re woven together with threads that stretch back for centuries, fingers of your forefathers tugging and tweaking the shape of you into place. This is how you know who you...
Heritage, or This Body of Folklore
You’re woven together with threads that stretch back for centuries, fingers of your forefathers tugging and tweaking the shape of you into place. This is how you know who you...
3,843 Meters Ascended My auto-piton growled as it twisted itself into the stark, shiny black stone of the Tower. The sound was swallowed, as all sounds were in the Tower....
Ascension
3,843 Meters Ascended My auto-piton growled as it twisted itself into the stark, shiny black stone of the Tower. The sound was swallowed, as all sounds were in the Tower....