The salt and sand, your stomach acid. Churning, crunching, your mouth opens slow (You monster) a gaping maw that devours people. Whole. Your stomach lining is cold, covered in a thick plastic, green-grey speckled with phlegm and age spots. Yellow and black nerves, bright against your flesh, trickle, drip downward. I want to press one,Continue reading “The Beast – A Boston Poem”
Author Archives: Cassandra Mortimer
Consume
My eyes break open. I hear the snap of wings against stone and brick, pelting the air around me, buffeting my body from all sides like a tempest formed of breezes multiplied and harnessed. My jaw cracks wide and breath rushes from my lungs. I don’t remember holding it in before sleep took me, butContinue reading “Consume”
Mitch: A Short Story
I’ve been living in this cave, in this mountainous country, in this wild copse of bush and rock since the very first moment of my life. I have never seen another living being besides my mother, and in the years since she was taken I’ve yet to meet another soul. When she was stolen fromContinue reading “Mitch: A Short Story”
The Witches of Lowell, Lawrence, and Lynn
Jillian’s family was a bunch of nature-loving nudists pretending to be normal. Like werewolves, on certain nights they stripped down to the cashmere of skin and spun in circles; arms raised, mouths flung wide. They chanted made-up words jumbled together from decaying novels and sang them like they meant something. It was a sweetContinue reading “The Witches of Lowell, Lawrence, and Lynn”
An Evil, Gorgeous Thing
The Roscommon Township of Michigan might as well have been the east side of Bolivia. It was all flat farms and dead land and roads that went on for hours, and I literally mean hours. Crammed into my tiny Toyota Camry, ten years old and croaking on rust, with my cameraman Jeremy and an industrialContinue reading “An Evil, Gorgeous Thing”
A Demon’s Guide to Getting into Heaven (previously Sneezus Christ)
“Bless you.” Michael nodded his thanks to the middle-aged man with too-large sideburns and round green eyes, and dabbed daintily at his nose with a handkerchief. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. The line at the coffee shop wasn’t as long as he preferred. His plan was to wait, make itContinue reading “A Demon’s Guide to Getting into Heaven (previously Sneezus Christ)”
Your Renaissance, My Renaissance
Everything and everyone here is dead. I’m surrounded by wet, decaying grass, loose dirt, and graves. They go on for acres to the left and to the right. I’m in the middle of dead nothing. The mud dripping off my construction-grade boots, the squelching sound of the earth pulling me in – these are theContinue reading “Your Renaissance, My Renaissance”
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