Madness (L.O.R.D.S., #6)

by Shantel Tessier

Speak up, darling. No one can hear a whisper. That’s what my father used to tell me.

The hourglass sits in front of me on the wooden surface, the sand running through the center to fill up the bottom. It’s a reminder that time never stops. No matter what you can control, time isn’t one of them.

Some dreams feel real but so do nightmares.

“Women run this fucking world, but we have to let men think they’re the ones in control. Without us, your legacy would die. Your name forgotten.”