Tree, glass, street (the first 3 things I saw)
A perfume bottle Ella got me when she went to Egypt. It glistened like syrup and had a camel on it and it broke when we moved.
Panels with things behind them.
I don’t remember.
Mom loved watching the glass blower, but it was too hot for me to stand. My skin would sizzle and my eyes would flash like the sea.
I could talk to them. In the quiet.
There were some bad pipes under our yard
They killed them all
Before I could say goodbye.
Drawing on birch bark with charcoal. Having no idea what to say to these eyes in a cold so sharp your pores were red circles.
I called it honey but it tasted like forest and sunk into my teeth like a drill. Now I call it blood.
He put me in his lap and told me to drive. NO. I am SEVEN and I do not want to KILL someone
I am nineteen and I do not want to kill someone
Most people are very small and so am I
I try to walk but the ground gets worse each time
Ella lived on my street. I could walk there without breaking.