XCVIII | Some Confession

XCVIII | Some Confession ❦ You knew Tammie before.Who is she, Fiona?   The doctor’s voice is soft,kind. Like an angel’s. But the way she saysTammie is threatening. She knows.She doesn’t need to ask.   What answerdoes she want me to give?   She tilts her head.Smiles wider. Turns back to her keyboard and continues … Read more

XCVII | Some Answers

XCVII | Some Answers ❦ The woman in whitelooks up when the angmoh nurse opens the door and closes it behind me. She squintsbehind her glasses and smiles like she’s really happyto see me. (Her eyes light upand everything.) I frown at her. She asks me to take a seat and looksdown at the papers … Read more

XCIV | Some Bond

XCIV | Some Bond ❦ Tammie’s chindigs into my ribs. It hurts. She’s watching my face, my expressions. She leans close again, breathing foul vomitonto my face. Despite myself, I wrinkle my nose. My head moves—imperceptible. She notices. An apologetic smile. As if telling me,I’m very real now.   I need to touch Tammie,be 100% … Read more

XCIII | Someone Else

XCIII | Someone Else ❦ Someone’s replaced my bloodwith lead. I can’t move. My lips partafter a mammoth exertion. ‘Ta…mmie…’ I blink,surprised. My vision is floodedwith light. I squeeze my eyes shutquickly. I don’t want to see herglowinggrey eyes. A hand brushesmy cheek. Nails scrapeacross my skin. I recognise this touch. The stenchof rotting flesh,of … Read more

XCII | Some Time

XCII | Some Time ❦ I’m remembering all the namesI’ve forgotten, all the facesI’ve forgotten, their screams, their blood, their dead eyes. Not everything. Just enough to know,to be horrified.   All the patients. They didn’t leave. They were killed.   I’m gagging from the smell,from the shock,from the heat. The room’s gotten darker now. … Read more

XCI | Something Dead

XCI | Something Dead ❦ Where am I?Where am I?Where am I?   Tammie’s head tilts again—suddenly— with a loud creak, to the opposite side. There’s nothingbut pain. I feel every broken bone,every bruise,every bleeding cut. I fall,legs giving way, my lower body absorbing the impactof the wooden floor. It rings in my ears like … Read more

XC | Some Cupboards

XC | Some Cupboards ❦ The very familiar gigglewakes up the cells in my body. Brightens upthe studio. It’s still dark—I can see greyish lightfrom the doorway so I know there’s no lightin here. But I can see. I pull the leotards out. Am I touching her? Why is she here— inside this cupboard? In … Read more

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