With a Vengeance

by Freydís Moon

But funerals were for the living and Kye wasn’t sure they counted as alive anymore.

How could someone rested understand their sleeplessness? How could someone satiated commiserate with their hunger?

“Yeah, and what if life’s the trap?” “God, who are you, My Chemical Romance? Christ, Kye, that’s dramatic.”

“You prayed for deliverance. Begged God to send a message. Please, Lord, hear me.”

For as long as Kye could remember, they’d never believed in their own desirability.

“Should’ve known you’d be possessive.” “I’m literally possessing you. What’d you expect? Dinner and a show?” “Dinner would be nice.”