Die, My Love

by Ariana Harwicz

Since when did sitting down and having some water get rid of the desire to die? Thanks, Grandma.

It might give everyone a shock now, a rush of adrenaline, but the time will come when the living and the dead will be indistinguishable.

Because after all, since forever and since even before being born, and for the whole time my husband’s been shouting with jealous rage, I’ve been dead.

Or there’s nothing more sinister than being the product of a normal family. These demons are all mine. I raised them, fed them, fattened them up.

At first, I felt nothing but pain. The kind of pain a person doesn’t share, not even with herself.