Kolah's Hands by Kiian Dawn

Kolah's Hands by Kiian Dawn

Kolah’s right hand massaged her left wrist while the left cupped something black. It was the dead of night and she showed up at Sister Hadeema’s house banging on the door. “Why does it look like this?” she asked the woman she ran to whenever it felt like her body was falling away from her, becoming something unknown.

Girl Bodies by Gail Upchurch

Girl Bodies by Gail Upchurch

I mean, I’ve never seen two twelve-year-old girls look more different, like they’re not even the same species. For one, Carrington is slim. I’m talking slim slim. Shit, skinny. Even from this distance I can practically count every bone in the girl’s back when she moves her arms into fifth position. That ain’t natural. They must only be licking lettuce leaves for dinner at her house.