Aimee Oct Day 1

Inherited Horror

I was born into a family with a history of horror so dehumanizing and pervasive that it felt like I would never escape it happening again to me. It was the transmission of horror so deep that it became known in mental health circles as Secondary Post-Traumatic Stress...

Arrival

I wish the ambulance ride would last forever, or at the very least, all afternoon long. I’ve finally convinced them to loosen the straps enough for me to move my arms, shift my body comfortably. I like this ambulance; it’s a nice one—shiny, clean and sparkling, with...

The Farm

From the top of the Farm’s rusted water tower, Seth watched a red SUV bump its way down the gravel lane toward the gate. The path was overgrown with brambles and thistle weeds; barely visible were the old gravel tire grooves from back in the day when the Farm allowed...

Sororal

Sister Sister always takes the front and makes me ride in the back. Sister with her doll that’s a ghost of her, ghost of me, held tight in her hand like she’s never going to let us go, my gaze fixed eternally on the back of her head, O Sister Sister her bunny rabbit...

Plunge

Hands behind glass, disarray in head, smell of starched grins, and blur of clocks camouflage time. Who says a castle can’t rant out a whole orgy of bible, room by room? His kids say he slit the Dahlia into a narrative. Peopled by the blue transparency of her veins,...

Avoidance

Tell me: do the living still outnumber the dead? Every day I reach blind into a well full of covenant. My morning is grasping at beached eels. How many as there have ever been, and all at once. My stillbirth is always aging in portraits, black and white — gradient an...

Not On My Watch

I knew Jake - the cashier - lied. They'd been at the trading post, no doubt. The gaudy knick-knacks. A leather tassel, hanged in a nail-style noose. Dead giveaway - the rear view mirror, with a Sharpie choking out a plea for help. In 1777, a French soldier called this...

Kraken & anthropods

Kraken I wet the bed on my honeymoon. Laid there in the dank dark, steel-stiff. The stain beneath me spreading like a wet forest fire. A raging drench climbing up my spine, down my shriveled testicles. Sour fish or Gila monsters jumping off my shoulders. The splash...

Just Clownin’

The clown stood a few paces from the store front’s window, just beside a bench table topped with vases and glassware and a bicycle built-for-two. The window was encrusted with dust. The shop shrouded in darkness, closed until Tuesday, according to the hours posted....

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