Home Is Where the Bodies Are

by Jeneva Rose

When you shine brighter than the sun, it’s hard for others to look at you, so you have two choices: look and be blinded with resentment or look away.

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

He closes the door behind him, leaving me to fend off the monsters on my own.

But they’re not under the bed anymore. They’re in me.

They say the truth will set you free, but they don’t tell you it can set you free in the same way death does.

Busy minds don’t wander.

Age doesn’t always mean maturity. Sometimes it just means they’ve spent more time on earth, and the only things to show for it are diminished bones and skin etched with deep ridges. Not wisdom. Not value, just time.

Money talks . . . but only if you’re listening.

I’m already broken, so there’s no need for them to worry about me. Shattering a fragment of a fragment means nothing once the structure is gone.

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