A Language of Limbs

by Dylin Hardcastle

ago who sat at the back of the church because no one in that steel town knew that Dave and Andrew loved and loved and loved. Relentlessly. No one knew that Dave sat there in the church for two hours feeling like his borders had become porous and that he was spilling out through his skin. Lost to dirt and rock and ocean. Because a love that never could be, is now the love that never was.

brb crying.

Because when you humiliate and make small, the rest of us become bigger to fill the space, holding the family portrait intact.