By Katherine Meikle Drunk and wanting more, more beach, more night, more him, I watched his blurry eyes watching mine. Our sightline tethered us together in our own pocket of space. Each of us oblivio
By Katherine Meikle Losing him was shock to my system, a trap door out from under me. Losing him was realizing the image I saw of us was only the twisted distortion of a circus mirror. Losing him wa
By Katherine Meikle I never thought that it would hurt me. So soft, these stitches on my skin, and your silk bandage hands wrap around my throat, my mind, like rope. Take another bite, I dare you. Do
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