The Interstitial strives to curate intelligent, insightful, and thought-provoking pieces about what it means to be human. We bring our readers a distilled view of the complexities, contradictions, and edges of humanity across all genres.
the door catches again same place as always lift a little more than I remember it needing it gives the coffee gone half cold the air still holding yesterday’s heat and a faint metallic smell a screwdriver under the usual stuff a key that opens nothing the candle slumped wax stiff as chalk one screw loosens the other slips once clinks disappears I let it go it’s still there somewhere I kneel forget why tile colder than I thought my hand shifts once on its own, as if bracing light slides breaks across my hand the fridge hum comes back I stay still until it evens
then a sound sharp not here maybe glass maybe nothing the sound comes before the thought a flash a woman’s steps the broom starting before the words radio up a…
The Interstitial strives to curate intelligent, insightful, and thought-provoking pieces about what it means to be human. We bring our readers a distilled view of the complexities, contradictions, and edges of humanity across all genres.
