Dahlia

It’s been a week since we found Junie’s body. They buried her two days ago. Quietly. No ceremony. No pack elders. Just a hole in the ground, a thin breeze, and a single flower I left on top of the soil because I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.

I’ve been screaming on the inside ever since.

Not always out loud in my head. Sometimes just in the way I breathe. In the way I stare too long at nothing. But inside? It is hell. My chest is a locked room with no ...