A Raw Excerpt: Every Day, I Splinter

She didn’t read cards, palms, or bones. She drank tea and admitted rare visitors into a room lit by shadows only. She revealed nothing of her form. She might not have been present on the other side of the table, yet the teacup raised and lowered—a whispered sip elicited between. “I fall apart,” I said.… Continue reading A Raw Excerpt: Every Day, I Splinter