The eye is now upon me. I can feel its gaze, its invisible pricks stinging the skin beneath my mouth. I’ve been biting my lower lip to distract myself from it. I’ve been biting my little finger, too. It itches every now and then as I stare into the growing thing on my bedroom wall,…
The Last Glimpse of Home
“I stepped once, on earth and stone, and I gazed upon immense oceans. Water reflected the light of our star, the sun, in myriad waves. I can vaguely now remember. I can barely form an image in my inner eye. It was blue. It was blue…” “What else?” “The sky. We didn’t have perfect lives….