Trials

motives she admitted were only a sliver of the carcass. dead things spoil the holes we've dug for them. it all comes to down to the math. it always does. the distance. divisible by the effort required to get there.

wolves travel in packs for a reason. the same logic by which witches construct their candy houses. want is the needle. hunger is the drug. and i have so very few veins left which haven't been stuck.

i test the doll. plunging her porcelain skin into the acid. her dress emerges. but nothing else remains.

i remove the plastic from her face. picking at the stubborn places. where her pale lips still pretend a smile.