House of Hunger

by Alexis Henderson

True night is black too thick to see through. It’s a crescent moon and starless skies and the kind of cold that kills. You’ll know it when you feel it.”

My mother once told me beautiful was the worst thing a girl could be. I’m now inclined to believe her.

The stickiness of guilt. Like honey on the skin.

Lovers lie entwined until night dies into morning. They spend their days together. They make promises to each other that they know they can’t keep.”