Sublime

Las cosas que perdimos en el fuego

The decrepit

exsanguinated,

uncanny.

abeyance

chelicerae

She was in his alcove when he got there, a plate of barbecued sturgeon on the table, the abglanz cycling through a face every half second or so, so quickly that the eye could not settle on a feature before it had changed again. Men, women, ephemeral and compelling non-binary concoctions. Some beautiful, others average, some horrid. Were they real p