#Spooktober2020 Day 29: Mirror

Seven mirrors in the house and I smashed every one to pieces when you left me. Seven times seven equals forty-nine years of bad luck. Worth it to never see your face look back at me again. You wanted to 'be your own person.' To 'do things for yourself for once.' But what about me? … Continue reading #Spooktober2020 Day 29: Mirror

#Spooktober2020 Day 26: Culling

We started sticking together when more and more of us disappeared each night. At first we consoled ourselves with the story that those who went missing had made it off the streets. Reconciled with family. Gotten clean. Begged enough to rent an apartment. Until seven of the homeless community vanished at once. Huddled together beneath … Continue reading #Spooktober2020 Day 26: Culling