The Invisible Itch
The fire started without a burn.
No rash. No hives. No bite marks or blisters.
Just a patch of skin
Memory Theft
He stopped recognizing the day his life disappeared.
Not the dramatic parts. Not the hospital, not the scans, not the
Phantom Roommate
He started sleeping with his back against the wall.
Not because of burglars, not because of nightmares.
Because somewhere around
The Music in Her Head
She woke up to a song that wasn’t playing.
Not on her phone, not on the TV, not in