You wake up holding a ghost. Somewhere, your lover is fishing in a well of stars for lungs filled with the air you wake up holding. A ghost somewhere is starving & pulls out his own hair as twine. Clutching your lover’s memoir, you wake up. Holding a ghost, somewhere, your lover is fishing in a well of stars.
Rosalind Kong (she/her) is a young writer from the Mid-Atlantic. When she's not writing, you can find her drinking bubble tea, watching D&D actual play shows, and trying not to fail calculus. Find her online at rosalindkong.carrd.co.