Tonight, I’m perfumed. To you I am a shell. I am a template for beautiful paints. But I am bones, and ending, fast.
I thirst for touch beyond the surface. I want to break myself and show you my insides. Then I want to ask you, “Am I pretty now?”
Addy Evenson is a 21-year-old writer who writes magical realism, horror, and general fiction. Her fiction has appeared in literary magazines such as Prime Mincer, Bourbon Penn, and Curbside Splendor. She learns from libraries. She wanders the country, and writes to find home.