Read This and She Will Find You [FFM 30, 2018]The visions started as summer was blooming when I was nine years old, and at first I only took note of the red hair, the extended hand, the dirt beneath those fingernails… it was this way for a long time, but slowly she began to emerge as I aged.

By the time I was twelve, I could see her skull: it was the color of gleaming opal, teeth jutting out just beneath the leaves of dreams that had obscured her from me for so long. I was no longer scared of the fact that she was there, but that she seemed to be getting closer.

Around my fifteenth birthday, I could see her shining forehead, the bubbles resting so perfectly upon its highest point that it looked as if she had been cast in resin. But then I saw the eyes, those blinking, bone-imprisoned eyes—they followed me well past my waking hours, appeared when I looked into the eyes of others, appeared when I looked into my own reflection.

Despite the fact that she disturbed me so, there was something immediate about her, something b