I dreamed I was cut open from pelvis to ribs and I had dirty roots inside my body instead of organs. The dirt was dry like there was a drought and the roots were dead. I don’t know where the tree was. Or how I’d been walking around for so long. After the incisions, there were three of them, I was thrown over a waterfall.
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Author: Jessa Forest
Jessa Forest writes poetry and dark fiction. She is the author of two poetry chapbooks and The Slaughter Chronicles, a grimdark, Lovecraftian-esque paranormal fantasy about werewolves. Her stories question the definable borders of reality and indulge in the gritty, visceral aspects of contemporary fantasy. She was born in Arkansas, USA.
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