Eleanor Lynch

sinuous

Indeed, I am the Bronze Copper of psychopaths, a big, beautiful auburn butterfly that flaps her darkling wings as she eats.

careening

It’s not that women psychopaths don’t exist; it’s that we fake it better than

Together, my parents constructed a Potemkin village for our nuclear family; it looked good from the outside.

Prison may be the hell of other people, but at least it’s not a hell of people you love.

this day, I can’t look at a Burger King cheeseburger wrapper without feeling my clit twitch.

unctuous

While I could not have cared less that Marco was Jewish, I was delighted to finally find his dirt. I knew Marco’s real name, his family’s business, what he was hiding, and whom he feared would find out. It was a wealth of information, and I had multiple ways I could use it. It put a spring in my step, a smile on my face, and a slick of wetness betw