Sublime

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

kitsch,

She’d locked their bedroom doors, one by one. Locked everything as they slept, except one way out. And then she’d gone downstairs to where they’d kept the alcohol, and the kerosene, and all those reeking fluids, and found a match… A struck match sounds like a kiss in the dark, sometimes. She remembered thinking that, watching the flame crack to lif

Life was expensive anywhere you were.

“What a world,”

Her smile raises with her eyelids as if they are connected by threads.

verisimilitude,

She needed someone who might quiet the shrieking wean, who might help her resurface after she was hit with the waves of her grief.

brougham