Postcard to X

by | Feb 14, 2023 | Fiction, Issue Thirty-One

Just Alice and Willy and Ben now. Dragging our bones across the city, hitting every red light but nothing slows us down. We streel over to Old Calton Burial Ground and dance, weave joy in and out of the gravestones, crackle and spark and sing our throats to ash. Our world tastes of seagull wrath, diving for thin scraps others leave behind. But sometimes the moonlight floods thick and the gravestones are glorious! We press our cheeks to moss, worm our fingers through lichen, finger-trace names, dates devoured by time.

Last night, I dreamt you were right to stay behind. The beauty is devastating.

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