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Submitted to Contest #287
Nara holds it together as they stab her breasts with a freakishly thick syringe. She holds it together as they slide her in and out of the airconditioned MRI tube, belly down, neck locked as her teeth chatter from the cold. She holds it together when she gets up too fast, and her vision tilts like that time she had vertigo on top of Tokyo Skytree. She holds it together as she almost slips on her own blood, pooling on the rubber floor. She loses her resolve as she waits for the Uber, knees trembling from exhaustion. Farid cancels. João cancel...
Submitted to Contest #285
I remember how it all ended. The chasing tail of summer sits on my back as I soak in the afternoon rays by the pool deck. Honeysuckle mingled with pine-oak and grass linger in the air, and I take a lungful of woods in, my copy of Intermezzo balanced on my argan oil-slathered thighs. My promised tan is nowhere in sight. Instead, red blobs etch my white sheet skin, confirming what I’ve always known: I am a winter animal. I sigh just as a fly darts dangerously close to the rim of my lemonade glass. Swatting it away, I turn to observe my husband...
Submitted to Contest #281
You know that feeling when one thought opens a door, leading into a maze of rooms and side doors until you’re in an echo chamber, sifting through the muck of time and brain matter? Kind of like when you do crack. Your mind spins and whines like tangled-up bedsheets in a washing machine. This is that moment. I am spiralling and stop to catch my breath. The roar and splash of the waves bring me back to my skin, and I suck in a lungful of brine and sea salt particles. I am the Ocean itself, a raging mass of energy that smashes its way through l...
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