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.
Jessica Halsey lives in Arkansas and earning a degree in Laboratory Science while she writes books about werewolves and faeries, 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