My Friend the Sunflower [prose]

Trigger Warning: body horror, mention of cutting skin            It wasn’t noticeable. Not at first, anyway, compared to the climate devastation around us.             It grew out of her shoulder, you see. When I first noticed it, it just looked like bumps beneath her black and grey tattoo. “Oh, I think I have some rash,”Continue reading “My Friend the Sunflower [prose]”