I watch myself in the looking glass, hand moving in practiced rote. A hundred strokes through inky locks, as if ordering my glossy waves can transform me into a goddess deserving of adoration. My father disavows my obsession with skin cremes and face paints. He knows nothing of what it is like to live as … Continue reading Duality

Divine Hunger

A forked tongue whipped out to taste the evening air. The potent scent of infidelity made Nithögg’s head swim—a cloying honeysuckle that almost masked an undertone of rotten meat. An icy breeze chilled her sleek coils, and her heart struggled to pump sluggish blood. The great serpent longed to return to her cozy den, nestled … Continue reading Divine Hunger