By Natasha Bredle



Natasha Bredle is a young writer based in Ohio. Her work has been featured in publications such as Trouvaille Review, Words and Whispers, and The Madrigal, and has received accolades from the Bennington College Young Writers Awards as well the Adroit Prizes. She edits for Kalopsia Lit. In addition to poetry and short fiction, she has a passion for longer works and is currently drafting a young adult novel. She wants you to know that you are loved more than you could imagine.
Why we chose this piece: The candidness of the opening pulled us right in, the imagery is super vivid, and the ending is dark in a really delicious way (we hope that doesn’t make us sociopaths).