Between you and me— a silence thick as molten glass, warping light, bending time, a whisper swallowed by its own echo. Between you and me— a corridor...Read more

She is My Constellation I trace her name on the fogged window, letters curling like the tips of her fingers when they linger too long on my wrist. Sh...Read more

I wake up in a bed that does not remember my shape. The sheets are a map of all the places I have never been. The mirror swallows my reflection like a...Read more

I sit in the crackle of a flickering bulb, a dim halo of almost, of not-quite, of nearly-there, where shadows breathe louder than light. The walls are...Read more