The Leviathan of Devil’s Elbow

Tossing and turning with darkness and melancholy on my chest, I rolled out of bed and dressed slowly. It was girls; it was my sister; it was an oppressive home and a bone-deep sadness that held back sleep, but it was also a calling. Something from far away was calling. A yearning, a need, a… Continue reading The Leviathan of Devil’s Elbow