Home Is Where the Bodies Are

by Jeneva Rose

What I said was wrong but I’m also right, and she knows it. Sometimes right and wrong are interchangeable.

It’s easy to become a cynic when you live in a cynical world, where best intentions are not true intentions, where trust feels more like a religion—not one you practice, just one you go along with in case there is a God in the end.

I think they’re tired of life. Sometimes life gets old before we do.

grief is like an airport. There are no rules or social norms. You just do what you gotta do to pass the time until you reach your next destination.

can’t. You just have to trust me. We did the right thing for us.” If you have to qualify right with a pronoun, then it’s not right.

Resentment only poisons the person who consumes it, not the one it’s intended for.