Selected Piece by Irina BezsonovaUCHC Lit MagSep 21 min readSubmitted as part of the 2025 Humanities and Healing Event.
The Black Dog of MeridenAtop The Hanging Hills rests my town below Always the same, that cursed hike. Forlorn bodies climb its dark tableau To feel that warm...
susurrationsometimes I even forgot It was there reliable like the tide, a ravenous tsunami they looked at me and constructed a pharmaceutical...
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