In their unabashed and uncompromising anthology, co-editors Andrea Abi-Karam and Kay Gabriel open a portal for readers to “inhabit revolutionary practice.”
NaNoWriMo 2020 is right around the corner, are you ready?
When the night
Silent and still,
Hard and Cold.
How many times had she found herself here, hundreds or thousands? She lost count long ago. Through it all nothing here had changed. The walls empty and cold, the mirror reflecting nothing, its silver surface flawless and not for the first time she realized she had passed through the days of her life having left no impression. Just a shell full of sorrow and regret slowly disappearing into the fog of forgetfulness.
She waited in the middle of the room, head lowered, a white sheet hanging from thin shoulders. Her hair hung limply, falling across her face. Her back turned to the mirror hanging blankly on the wall. There was nothing to see there.
Don’t look back,
Look to tomorrow,
It will lead you on.
Silence falls, so heavy you fear it might shatter into a million pieces. Each razor sharp, leaving your soul in ribbons. Too late you realize you’re boxed in with no where left to turn, escape in not an option. Everyone has been pushed away until they have have forgotten your name and now, even if they could hear the calls for help, a finger would never be lifted.
Then the whispers begin as if they never left. They promise. They cajole. They curse. They condemn. They know what needs to be done.
And so do you.