trauma – Literary Musings

My Corpse Garden

i can’t escape the corpse garden. there is no exit, it’s everywhere and nowhere all at once. its reality as much as it is fantasy, with equal parts traumatic hallucination. the severed heads bear a striking resemblance to fan palms, the gnarled fingers almost like twigs, grasping for anything that moves. it stinks of rottingContinue reading “My Corpse Garden”

The Nightshade Problem

5:00 PM, Hospital Dearest Anna, Don’t worry about waiting up for me. I have a feeling this will be a long night. I’ll see you tomorrow. Love, Will 4:00 AM, Villa Avenue It’s four am and, not for the first time, I’m wishing I could sleep through the night. I’m wishing the pills would doContinue reading “The Nightshade Problem”