Juliet Escoria
Roadkill
By Juliet Escoria - Aug 8, 2018
“Ha ha,” Remy said. Something ran across his face like a rat. Fear.
I pushed him against the fence, a hand on each shoulder, hard. He seemed too startled to move.
Recurring Intrusive Thoughts
By Juliet Escoria - Dec 18, 2016
Sometimes when I think about myself, I see my body on the beach. Except there is no water. So I guess it’s actually a ...
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