I long for the loneliness of Los Angeles. I miss its shiny exterior and its hollow core. I always find myself at home in this dangerous labyrinth. And when I get hungry, I crave those small glimmers of hope, the sweet twinkling sustenance fed to me night after night. I know I am so close… Read More “Los Angeles” by Brianna Vigil

I found myself  under a hot red light surrounded by smoke, salt in the air as if I were on a ship in the middle of a storm tossed around  by the imbalance of the sea, the hallway  a long passage crowded with people  unaffected I rocked from one side  to the other in suffocating… Read More “Revelation of the Damned” by Brianna Vigil