Drift
The city had forgotten what it was supposed to look like.
Eerie
The Corner Store
Fouad’s hands were flat on the counter.
Figured You’d Understand
The habitat breathes at night. You stop hearing it after the first week. You absorb it. Become it.
Station Seven
The air tastes like ammonia and bleach and something underneath both.
Deconstruction
The box says forty-two pieces. I’ve counted three times
Calum in the Forest
Every shot taken draws the forest closer.
Who Gardens the Gardeners?
It started as a joke, really. Betsy dared me.
The Good and the Bad
I relish the fine minutia of perfection.
Fear
I hear them, wriggling and squirming, first to my left, then my right, and then it filled my whole world with noise.
Eye Spy
Something green.
At Night
I lay awake on the top bunk, listening to my brother’s rhythmic-breathing below me, desperately wishing sleep to overtake me.
Pink Tint
So much blood.