The Chute
Content Warning: Death of a parent The floor lets go. Tiles shrug off grout, float up like loose teeth toward the ceiling, which has become a drain. The table lifts…
griefA collection of 12 posts
The Missing Room
I'm writing because I cannot leave. The front door opens—I've tried— but when I step through I wake in the cellar, neck stiff, knees bruised,…
Such Lovely Skin by Tatiana Schlote-Bonne
It takes every lie, every slick manipulation, and turns them to tools—dismantling her life with a butcher's systematic attention to the joints. It's *The Ring* with receipts, and the bottom line is brutal.…
Air Pressure
Grief doesn’t whisper, it thunders— a storm inside, relentless, pushing, pressing, pounding my chest until I can't catch my breath. I don’t know how to hold…
One and Only
We promised to share the weight, so I carried the groceries and the grief. I took your name, and the calls, and the questions no parent should have to answer.…
Tense Slippage
I was a mother. I was a wife. I was— —I was The door clicks shut— and I’m breathless air, a question unasked, unformed. The street rings under unmoored…