Short Fiction

Vine

It grew, it bloomed, and I should have cut it back, but there was poetry in how the flowers hid the choking.

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The Latest Becoming of Death

With the noise, the heat, the sheer volume and intensity of life around us, I can almost forget who we are.

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A Mountain with a Funeral Smile

It’s just how we’ve been, wandering wide circles around each other, trailing fingertips softly along boundaries.

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Cigarettes as a Metaphor for Heartbreak

I pulled my sleeves down over shaking hands with chewed fingernails and tried to hate you.

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Evidence, Omerta

Where time had hardened me, it had softened you. I had become untethered, but you had become free.

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The Ninth Step

It would be easier not to be forgiven because if you could forgive me, then maybe I’d have to forgive myself.

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Spark

It started when I read that 2,450 volts of electricity would be passed through my brother’s body.

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Heartbled and Soulrisen

I’d waded into deep, clear water with stones and glass worn smooth, blue to pull me through and under.

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