Rachel Elsey
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The Bones We've Buried
It is simpler to end lives than to begin them—strange, then, that murder is not more commonplace than the bloody violence of birth. Every single time her father would lift the knife to the pale belly of the moon, sharding it to pieces, and every time the blade fractured the light entirely.
By Rachel Elsey3 years ago in Criminal
This Is Not a Love Story
She said that she was going somewhere cold and green and never coming back. None of us believed it. They all said things like that, and they all came home eventually, some in taxis and some in caskets. Not her, though. Lana came back with her head held high, and you could just see the skin sucked to the bones of her cheeks, the withering look in her eyes. She was still too proud to give into our defeated arms (we had been waiting weeks for her return, afraid she’d run the rented Ford off the road, into the river just as Ryan had).
By Rachel Elsey4 years ago in Criminal