An Unkindness of Ghosts

by Rivers Solomon

I have done at least one good thing: become a person my father would hate.

Conform or die. That was his motto. I am oddly doing bits of both, each half-assedly.

I would cut out my own heart and throw it into the beyond for the split second it would beat somewhere other than this cursed fucking cage.”

She was tired of wondering. She wanted to get to the knowing part.

Honey, I don’t want to be here. Your husband looks like boiled cabbage smeared with cream cheese.

You are my new master, not the Heavens, if you leave with me at once.”

I should have killed those men who came for you before. I didn’t because I lacked faith. I have prayed on the matter and am feeling resolved.”

I am a boy and a girl and a witch all wrapped into one very strange, flimsy, indecisive body.