The Cat

My cat clings like worn out velcro. The fibers have been taxed from pulling her off so many times. Once she sticks, nowadays, she stays. If there were ever a daddy’s girl in the family, it is my cat. This is the clockwork of their relationship, boiled down: once he arrives home, she runs to […]

A Reflection: What I’ve Learned in 3 Years

I try to draw a connection between the feelings of love and drowning, and all I recall is a whisper of a memory. My body still remembers fragmented pieces of pain, echoes from a love that hurt for its entire duration. Three years later, I realize what I felt was not worthy to be called love. […]

My Friend

There’s a whisper at the door. Angels have feasted on my new friend, on her hair, turned it golden, and made it glow. Demons leak through the creaking floorboards and watch us carefully. They bow over and attach themselves to her feet, slowing her rhythm until she cannot remember the last time her heart beat. […]