Ellise Ramos, excerpt from
"I Can Still Taste Her Milk"

“I saw the same look in his eyes that I saw every night—that wild, violent haze of a look that disfigured his face completely—a look that told me he was no longer human. That whatever it was that kept his humanity intact had escaped, leaving behind a shell of a body, housing nothing but pure, seething, unidentifiable rage.”




From The Malahat Review's spring issue #218