Saoirse Jackson (Age: 15)

The Slow Unravelling The first time I knew — really knew — was at the dinner table. He was across from me, twirling his fork through his pasta, his eyes flicking toward the muted television over my shoulder. I was...

I was here before your first breath — before your hands carved mountains into monuments. I was the pulse beneath your feet, the quiet hum in your lungs, but you only listened when I screamed. I cracked my skies open,...

I. The First Time I see her by the ruined stone wall, a wisp of a girl, hair tangled like brambles, eyes too big for her hollowed face. She watches me as if I am something dangerous, or something golden....