You come home late, lipstick smeared, edges fuzzy. Dizzy, delirious, you fall into the bed and lie there spinning, the night singing around you. It's cold outside, the window open to let the dawn bleed in. Your heart beats like distant thunder, there and gone, the throbbing of your veins an ebbing tide. Your funeral dress spreads across our cold bed, a lace shroud stained with gravedirt.
EX(SANGUINATE) is a short story following a woman struggling to survive in the wake of her partner's death. Written for the Queer Vampire Jam 2024.
Content warnings:
Grief
Self-harm
Homophobia
Alcoholism
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