What did you become after all these years of running from the beast? / A shadow wandering at the boundary of light, alive in the deadest way
ants, yams, outcrops / still water, sparks, coals
Isabel said, “I think I’m being possessed.”
You said, “You’re not being possessed.” You also said, “Don’t be so dramatic,” which you would later look back on and regret.
Strange Horizons will be open to fiction submissions in October!
