atlas was here.
i’ve been getting into coffee again, says the one with the hollow bones,like i always do when the spirals behind my eyes start tightening again;if you look you’ll see it there, the end of the string that can be pulled out from the iris.the constriction is pleasant, head full of bees and old, old (now... Continue Reading →
if you ever want to look for me, i'm exactly where you think i am. the old house is exactly as you left it, if you look past the thin glassy dust that got left on the surface. if you're not afraid to stick your soft hand into the rotting cabinet you might still find... Continue Reading →
Leif Irlin wasn’t a miserable man by any stretch of the imagination. Being the gatekeeper wasn’t hard, really, was it, it just required some standing and thinking. Both of which he was perfectly equipped to do. He was tall, handsome by anyone’s standards, his black hair was spiky no matter what he did to it,... Continue Reading →
we can keep talking if i talk with my mouth closed, heart open, heart closed, endless cycle.whether my mistakes lead to the holes in your chest is one thing but magic was never my strong point, anyway. and you didn’t mind, so long as you could give the people what they came for. it finally... Continue Reading →
being selfish is not the fatal flaw you once thought it was. it was worse. the room is too wide for you, too wide for anyone else to fit inside and make a nest with three little baby blue eggs. it’s humid. it could be dusty. the room isn’t held up by twigs from all... Continue Reading →
something about this world is too solid. there’s not enough of the air that there once was before in this town, sharp and cold and full of something that could brush through your very eyebrows but not leave a trace. something about the sunlight screaming into my eyes is making me miss the soft warmth... Continue Reading →
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