Brynne Delerson

spoor

She will relocate her love for him like a spider from her house, gently.

Closed shoes seem strange and painful in the heat, and in Fetter’s eyes, the weight and solidity of those boots make it clear that they are not footwear but weapons. They are not for walking, but for kicking, for grinding down, for breaking doors, for bruising bodies and the earth.

gunwales.

Without tasting even a speck of the hurry in Janet’s oatmeal, which was so rushed it was like eating the calendar of an executive,

internecine

revanche,

A cool autumn breeze licked at his corners, and he’d never felt more like paper about to be swept into the sky.