Last Flight Out
The plane lifts— beneath us, the country shrinks to shapes that don’t know our names, and I count the ways this could be the last time: my lungs, or…
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Negative Results
It hasn’t killed me yet— but it spreads. From marrow to memory, it seeds the femur, threads the ribs, scrapes its code into the curve of my pelvis— then…
Player, Played
I carry names I never chose— they twist like smoke, they fit like clothes. You call—I come. You speak—I shift, like I’m the thought that slipped your…
Save vs Tropes
Novels often feel like campaigns now— high highs and low lows. Blame D&D for that, maybe? Every moment either life-or-death or tavern banter. Subtlety doesn’t earn XP.…
Time Has No Pockets
We ran for the running, chased nothing, won joy. Grass-stained knees Popsicle tongues Palms full of gravel and glory. I was a mom-shaped kid— barefoot, loud, rebecome. And you— you…
In Case You Forgot
You are not a burden. You are tired— not broken. You are in need— not too much. You are still here— That is triumph.…