
Tenants by Layla Lenhardt
There’s a spider in my throat whom I’ve swallowed whole. She lives there and climbs up when I least expect it. In silence, she’s watched me twist against you at violent angles, and she clings to my larynx to muffle my screams as I watch the shadows slant on the woodgrain. She’s been there since I was seventeen and she speaks in a voice I … Continue reading Tenants by Layla Lenhardt