Originally written on May 28, 2022 ​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​“Dude, what the fuck.” ​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​I look up, stare still deadpan from zoning out to Judge Judy. ​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​…

Originally written on May 27, 2022 ​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​“Ori,” I call from the living room, “can you put on the rice?” ​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​“…” ​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​…

Originally written on February 16, 2022 when plants are sad, they wilt. it’s not that a plant necessarily has a conception of “sadness”, or emotions. it’s just that it’s dying, and it knows that it’s dying, and so it responds by furling up into these little crumbly pockets of brown…

Originally written on November 17, 2021 Like in every one of these stories, it was something about your smile, at first. You would do this thing where you’d lean over, to talk to someone, or to listen in, and your hair would fall in trickles to lightly mask your face…

there are some nights at two in the morning at which a burning pang in my chest rises and i start to long to be more than i am. it’s of my own volition, really, that i am “someone convenient”. selfishness and greed and self-pity and something dark, simmering, encroaches…

Originally written on September 24, 2020 drive a spike; formally, methodically, with the detachment of a surgeon’s stilled hands, into my heart. make it a clean cut. a slick yet snug thing. something that could’ve charmed its way, with subtle wit and subtler flattery, into belonging there. have the muscle…

Word Count: 1,820 Soundtrack: Poetic Tone Picture Op. 3 No. 1 — Edvard Grieg (at 0.5x speed) I wake up. Everything’s hazy; my mind desperately tries to wade through the quicksand of bleariness. I feel like I’ve been out for days, the harsh, bruising hold of sleep threatening to lull…

Originally written on December 11, 2019 Word Count: 3,592 Soundtrack: Erik Satie’s Gymnopedies (Content Warning: Gore, Foul Language) On Thursday, I find my sixth dead body in the courtyard. Per usual, its accompanied by a massively elaborate scene; blood clots and bits of tendon adorn the surrounding trees, like a…