Year: 2021

“As if the day had turned inside out, as if what she was leaving behind was not enclosed, lost, entombed in a house. It had merged somehow—pouring itself outwards—with the air she was breathing. She would never be able to explain it, and she would not feel it any the less even when she discovered,…

 “It has always seemed to Starlight that words had edges to them. Not so much like endings or finalities but more like where they stopped. There was an edge there like the lip of a cliff where words came to teeter, the brink of their flow sudden, exhilarating in the shock of the drop at…