Hello / by Rebecca Tillett

“Sometimes he bangs his head against the wall until blood pours from his ears and delusions of what never was dance before his eyes and angry ghosts materialize.”

“It’s real. Hello. I can’t feel…no." She’s never satisfied. She was never satisfied. She’s never happy. She’s never in love. She never loved me. She sliced her throat. She can’t leave me alone. She’s watching me. She’s never happy.