Afterwards

Afterwards

Life / goes on. // The cats still demand their food, / the garbage trucks still rumble by, / your throat still craves cold liquids.

The Study

The Study Mari Ness In the mirrors, a monster with stolen eyes and breath, hungry for human speech. In the doors the shadows of her wedding guests, mourners weeping over fruits and sweets. In the walls sweet roses and disease, harsh chemicals and slow decay. In the...