Slow Erosion

CW: Body horror. The elevator in my building had been broken since I moved in. It didn’t say out of service, not even some scrawled note on a piece of paper. It just sat in the basement, door open, single light bright like a lure. It’s not that it had been turned off, because when […]

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Bulimia Tulpa

CW: bulimia, eating disorders The drone of traffic carries on the damp breeze as late May earwigs die on the wet concrete. When the clouds hang low with rain, Nadine and I look for worms in the backyard. Mostly we find dog shit in the grass and deflated balloons from her quinceañera. But, buried under […]

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The Break-Up

The Bethany Arms. The kind of place where they keep a donkey inside a barb-wire enclosure. Chickens chased each other through the rising dust. “Do you think that’s our supper?” said Jean, trying to make me laugh. She’d spent the trip sulking. We were on our way to see my dying father and I could […]

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Follicles

“Lydia,” Countess Eleanor whined, “why can’t you take better care of your hair?” One, two, three. Her mother always brushed her hair in three succinct strokes before taking a breath. This meticulousness always unnerved Lydia: for one, because her mother never seemed to notice that she was doing it, and two, because she couldn’t stand […]

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Evil Eye – Page 4

<< Prev | First | Next >> Page 4 of a comic about a peculiar evil eye bracelet! I’m Jaime Mosquera, a Latinx nonbinary comic artist and illustrator who loves body horror and birds! You can find more of my work and tip me here: Twitter | Kofi Our posts are 100% Patreon funded! If you want […]

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Evil Eye – Page 3

<< Prev | First | Next >> Page 3 of a comic about a peculiar evil eye bracelet! I’m Jaime Mosquera, a Latinx nonbinary comic artist and illustrator who loves body horror and birds! You can find more of my work and tip me here: Twitter | Kofi Our posts are 100% Patreon funded! If you want […]

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Ox, Ox, Ox

Before leaving, Val’s mother went to her room, kissed her twice on the cheeks, and once on the forehead. Call me if you need something, she said, brushing her daughter’s tight curls with her fingertips, anything. Val groaned. I’m not dying, she argued, but only received more kisses in return. I only broke a couple […]

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