NEW FICTION:

In wild blazing eyes and stained t-shirt, he stumbled across the bathroom floor, hit the mirror - his flickering face absorbing the smooth glass, reflecting and smearing a face made up for the occasion. He was tall, he was a semi-blur, he was in naked bold feet. He had skinny shoulders that didn't go anywhere, and a hand that seared space. He was an illusion writ-large, hard-wired to the room. In big blond hair and hysteria, he was an archangel sliding across the bathroom floor, he was a wrought angel smearing the bathroom mirror. He forced himself into reality as he emerged from the wall, with a scream of flailing arms, flapping stained t-shirt, and blazing wild eyes.