A Story In 100 Words

Ophelia under the water; kneecap mountains poking out dwarf the dipping hills of her breasts. The ragged, brown seaweed strands of her hair move gently as her hot kettle sighs ring around the steam-shrouded bathroom.

She finds brash or delicate things expose her madness—the rough lyrics of a Pogues’ song or the fragrance of a flower bomb. Silver chains on her thighs, bright relics of dejection, shackle her to the past but aren’t enough to save her. So she piles his words as pebbles on her heart and in this way she doesn’t float away—at least not today.

From Guest Contributor Adele Evershed

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