Christine D

Sunny Anomaly

Leyre g

Mel S

Emma Mazzucco

Sam Becker

English

was the book on Natalie’s coffee table when the police arrived. I told them about the man knocking on our sliding glass door. The shattered glass told the rest of the story. I yelled at him to leave and thought he had. I shouldn’t have showered. Natalie’s body lay lifeless by

the gaping hole where the windowed door used to be. Bits of glass glittered in her hair, her lifeless eyes gazing unseeing at the ceiling. “This is Natalie,” I told the police, choking back tears as I did. “Or... this *was* her. Now it’s just her... her empty shell.” Tears slid

down my face, I could not contain the sadness that I had, those wounds that Natalie had from the pieces shattered glass

“Natalie!” I screamed at the top of my lungs and reached into the closet to grab a broom and start sweeping up the bloody glass on the floor.

bridesmaids relax, lewd
incarnations capture, ghouls
laughing slow lean drum I wrote a haiku i said

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