The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The dream is always the same, a viscous loop of green and black where Clara stands in the garden, her shears cutting through the air with the wet snap of a breaking bone, and from the incisions of the pale juniper, a sap oozes that is not resin but blood, thick and arterial, pooling at the roots of our home. I wake with the taste of iron in my mouth, the sheets twisted around my legs like the...

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