Short Story

Venom [short story]

  By Corissa Haury I close my eyes and I let the venom burn through my veins. The viper’s juice is soaking into my skin. The little yellow drop of rejuvenation filters through the open wound and rips through my bloodstream. Pain dips into my psyche and into my blood, burning on the surface of the skin, renewing the sharpness of…

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When the Sage Burns

by Corissa Haury when the sage burns to ash and the rich embers that shone grey-green and red-hot turn white and black and soft— like the feather of a dove that you found upon the ground one day when you were young; and the world was soft as that feather, soft as that ash of sage, soft as that green smoky smell…

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