Demolition Before the Bloom

in my skin.

It felt wide. It felt wet.

When I pulled my hand away and brought it into focus, my fingers were thickly coated in dark crimson.

Blood.

A thick drop fell from my brow.

It landed perfectly on the pristine white collar of my linen dress.

Then another drop fell.

And another.

“Mommy!”

Maya’s scream ripped through the heavy summer air.

It was a sound continue reading …