“You were one of Kolariq’s, weren’t you?”
Category Archives: Graveyard of Lullabies
Chapter 6 (diseases)
Day three. In the morning fog…
Chapter 5 (summer merchants)
Some things don’t change…
Chapter 4 (brain)
Brain, you never imagined you’d…
Chapter 3 (body)
I stare in the cracked mirror…
Chapter 2 (him)
I leave the bandages on to sleep, so when I wake up in the morning my face is wet. My stomach hungers, but I ignore it and stumble to the bathroom. I don’t look in the mirror on purpose, so I concentrate on my fingers, shaking in the air. I yank open the wooden cupboard
Chapter 1 (her)
Today is the day I bleed aquamarine. The blue-green liquid soaks into my fuzzy pillow, spreading like melted ice. I blink at it. It is a nice pillow.
Graveyard of Lullabies: Author Note
Which comes first, the hurt, or the understanding of what it is to be in pain? We talk about the chicken or the egg, the egg or the chicken, we talk of empathy, feeling someone else’s pain without truly feeling it, we are very good at talking, in definitions, in consequences and sequences, numbers and additions and words that end as abruptly as they begin.
The hurt comes first, obviously.
Jordyn Saelor 