Tag Archives: Erica Holmes

what’s in a sound

The whoosh of reverse thrusters slowing down gripping the arm rest tightly The skitter-scatter of tiny legs crawling on my skin eight eyes peering up The clicking of gears at a children’s restaurant fake fur covering a metal arm waving … Continue reading

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on suicide

the dead-eyed minnow staring up at the sky looks peaceful even as my mother pushes a hook through its silver-streaked body remnants of its scales linger on her hands it feels no pain none of her puncture wounds piercing through … Continue reading

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