Fiction writer based in Melbourne, Australia
Fantasy, horror and other weird and wild tales.
I don’t remember what it was like out in the world, out when I walked through it, entwined myself in it, trusted it. When there were more than the feelings and sensations flickering through my body and into my mind, distorted and twisted by the grasping, clawing hands of my brain, desperate to wring drops of meaning from every fired nerve.
Fat is oozing from her bones and dissipating into the muted yellow gas around her. Apart from her face and head, she is sinew and bone only. Her skin is gone. Clams and mussels suckle themselves onto what remains of her body and drink in the gas. Sea snails creep across the floor and find a patch of bone not yet claimed to settle on.
Available in Meridian Australis' 'Crux 2026'