Stephanie M. Wytovich – The Survival of Fishes

The Survival of Fishes There’s a ship inside my stomach, its sails set to drown, to crash and splinter like the wood of the boats I sank, all those men evaporated into shards, into rubble, into dust.              Tell me: do Krakens eat the souls of women              who never wanted to be sirens? Because I don’t […]