Apex Magazine
Every dawn, I shed the husk of who I was. It lies crumpled by the bed—smiling, hopeful, small. I slip on today’s skin: the eyes sharper, teeth honed on disappointments,...
Exuviae
Every dawn, I shed the husk of who I was. It lies crumpled by the bed—smiling, hopeful, small. I slip on today’s skin: the eyes sharper, teeth honed on disappointments,...