After the storm we found pieces of the crackling sky lying in the rubble of a bomb-kissed office building-maybe it had once been a bank because the black marble floor sang and wept when the brilliant shards struck it. They melted the minerals above and below, gave everything a pearly, iridescent sheen. I didn’t want to touch it but Kia dared me to eat it instead and said it wouldn’t burn my lips if I put it on my tongue just right. I never refused a dare so I plucked the largest piece from the ruins with my teeth. They shattered as I tossed my head back and gulped the slick shine down and my last experience of taste was one of sugar and fire.
Jessica Halsey lives in Arkansas and is working toward earning a degree in Laboratory Science while she writes books about werewolves and fairies, a well as many strange poems. She loves birdwatching and performing venipuncture. Her spark bird is the Rose-Breasted Grosbeak and her house words are, “Is there blood on the floor?” View all posts by jessicahalseywrites