by Sarah Toney (This story contains suicide.) The air was thin and icy. Breathing it in felt like swallowing shattered glass. The city was beautiful from this height and the boy wanted to reach out and feel the warmth of the setting sun. The heaviness in his chest felt a…
By Damon Marbut Each time I turn over my shoulder and plummet toward Earth I do not recall the first time I’ve done this, that I have left for a while. But I do it relentlessly, unquestioningly, upwardly joining something to learn how to fall away back into myself. When…