Allegedly

by Tiffany D. Jackson

Hard to celebrate the day you were born when everybody seems to wish you were never born at all.

Figures of speech are luxuries convicted murderers are not allowed to have.

He always looks at me like that, like I’m the most amazing thing he’s ever found. He is sort of amazing too. Who knew I would find the one person who understands me, no words necessary, among the half-living.

“What does it mean when you love and hate someone at the same time?” I ask. He laughs. “It means they family.”