Death does not suit me. I wear it like a borrowed coat; it slips of my shoulders and trails in the dirt. It is ill-fitting. Uncomfortable. I want to shrug it of ; to throw it in the cupboard and take back my well-tailored clothes. I didn’t want to leave my old life, but I’m […]

The man behind me is standing close enough to moisten the skin on my neck with his breath. I move my feet forward an inch and press myself into a grey overcoat that smells of wet dog. It feels as if it hasn’t stopped raining since the start of November, and a light steam rises […]