It’s cold in here. My arms are wrapped so tight around my legs I feel like they’ll cut right through my shin bones. I consider letting go but I can’t. I’m too afraid. [...]
It wasn’t the same when we were both alive. That’s the irony–is that the right word? Maybe not. Maybe it’s the opposite of irony. Maybe this is just the way it was always [...]
I don’t do things like this. Not regularly. Not ever. I swear. But something happened. I tug at my seatbelt, testing its give, or lack thereof. Something maybe broke inside of me? I glance [...]