The youngest of the Whitecoats has wet eyes the color of a wintry spring evening. She will sometimes give me small things, often her wet eyes will slide another way when I need them to, or she will let information slip just loud enough from her mouth to another Whitecoat’s ear for me to understand. Her slate grey eyes are nothing like my companion’ ( Read more... )

I clasp my hands tightly into my lap and focus on the blush of blood rushing to where my fingers are not pushing into the flesh. My hands are like the bunnies that were born in the yard next to mine that summer when I was nine. Except you are not supposed to remember when you were nine, because that was before you were here in the white room, with ( Read more... )

Her thighs were aflame with the effort to keep running. Her feet stung and ached. The rocky hillside was unforgiving. The exhaustion creeped stealthy, shaky and sure along her limbs. The ash filled air burned her throat as she concentrated on taking slower, deeper breaths to trick her body into efficiency ( Read more... )

They called themselves revolutionaries with their split-knuckled hands raised. They pledged loyalty to a fascist who shouted, “Make America Great Again! We’re gonna grab them by the pussy!” Their wide blood-shot eyes were feverish and blind to the hypocrisy which smelled of burning iron.

They lurked outside the public restrooms with ham-fisted ( Read more... )

Dreaming, it was the first of many Secrets we shared. I leaned close to savor every detail of your whispered confession. Your breath smelled of cinnamon. We do not remember while sleeping, the Whitecoats chastised us. Sleeping is the void of the innocent; an expanse of dark nothing to rejuvenate us for the following day.In your dream, my thighs ( Read more... )

One step closer to you, and I would finally breathe easy; vetiver and cinnamon. They told me during one of the tests this is not possible because all soaps are regulated, but I know my own senses. My scalp tingles. Whitecoat’s shoes click click click primly across the white tile; her lips are upturned, the corners are sharp in the white fluorescent ( Read more... )