“It’s coming! Hurry up, fuck, hurry the fuck up!” He is yelling at me, pushing heavy curtains that cover the glass wall of the living room to the sides, howling like a wild dog. A giant storm is coming, the sky has turned black and the lights above the kitchen desk are flickering. The air smells of rain and electricity, and it makes me shiver. He makes me shiver, too. It’s wakened up in him again, this element, this force...

Dear X, I promised I would give you the night of your life, and make you discover yourself in a way you’ve never known yourself before. There is only one condition - you have to obey every command. Let me describe to you now what will happen. I will take you to a complex of buildings on the outskirts of the city. We will enter a waiting room that will look like any other waiting rooms in front of a doctor’s office, and I...

I didn’t sleep all night. I’ve never been so nervous. Should I really do this? I’m standing naked in front of the mirror, looking myself in the eyes, trying to weigh all my resolutions, all my thoughts, all the pros and cons. Why yes, and why actually not? I make two steps back. I can see all of myself in the big mirror. I look at every piece of me, every curve of my body. Skin imperfections, the small difference in the s...

I’ve always had a way with words, or so people thought. In high school, I was the strange girl with hair in a messy bun, wearing oversized sweaters and large glasses, scribbling poems into tattered notebooks. Everyone told me I couldn’t live off poems, that I needed a real job.  After a couple of boring jobs in administration, I found a job offer at a publishing house. They were looking for someone to write texts for coff...

The night is dark silk and sharp diamonds That you can dress in And shadows have fingers and tongues Darting from the corners Between your folds   The grass is an altar, the wind is a thief That steals your voice And renders you mute so that you can’t scream As sharp claws rip your skin And teeth pierce the tender flesh   The moon likes to watch, the sky is a witch  That wraps you in her velvet cape  There’s enough fabric...