Blind Spots

Blind Spots

Before I fall asleep at night, one hand cupped my left eye to remind myself of what was still there despite its death, I catch a glimpse of a sliver…
Brain Wipeout

Brain Wipeout

I’m dead. I’m so so dead. Why me??? I stared at the thin stack of papers before me, scrunching my face as I furiously attempted to recall the answers while…