Category Archives: Part 1: alive

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

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.