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241 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 12, 2020








"I grabbed my mother's cloak. The one that's invisible to everyone but me. I fold it over my body and wrap it around myself. I add spikes like a porcupine, and I shoot poisoned arrows out of my tongue.
"I've moved on."
Three words. They fill the air. Expand and grow until they're pushing against the glass walls and slamming against the door."
Waiting for Stone to come home from a trip.
To come home from work.
To be present for me.
Waiting.
Until it felt like I was living my life in spurts. In phases decided by his presence and his absence.
I lost me.
I lost me inside him.
So when we broke us I had only fractures of myself to work with. I couldn't find the rest.