My Dark Vanessa

by Kate Elizabeth Russell

Or, if I can’t scream it, I want to press the heels of my hands against the table, break through the wood until the whole thing cracks apart and the splintered pieces fall in such a way that the secret spells out across the floor.

Love

To be groomed is to be loved and handled like a precious, delicate thing.

I miss him so much, I exhaust myself from it.