By Amy Marques

“We’re captive, forever separated from our before-lives, not free to leave, but free to learn from the forest we’d once set out to plunder.”

By Amy Marques

“I hear myself say they are gone. Even as I say it, I know I am wrong. Is anyone ever truly gone?”

By Amy Marques

“The last time she lied was a minute ago. She hasn’t told the truth in years. Her tongue wraps itself around assurances of happiness with no repentances, she is independent, able, fine, fine, fine.”