When I touched my brow to that bloody wood and cried, “Praise the Maker,” the sky opened up and swallowed a passing comet, a multitude of stars, and all that was considered holy. When I told a lie I tasted the salt spray that painted the harbors of Babylon.
Jessica Halsey is the author of The Slaughter Chronicles and many strange poems. She lives in Arkansas and writes urban fantasy, preternatural horror, and experimental poetry (and sometimes science fiction). View all posts by jessicahalseywrites