Abigail Williams

The room is sweet with bed breath and strawberry shampoo. She stares at her moon-skin children, pinning them in place with her eyes. While she watches, they cannot change. They’ll be ever-pyjamaed, round-eyed.   Sphut. It is unmistakeable. The sound of a grain of self collapsing onto boards. Sphut. She lunges forwards, hands cupped to […]