massachusetts gothic
-The snowbanks are melting, revealing what has been sleeping beneath them all winter. They are hungry.
-Western Mass is a myth, they laugh. Their eyes are wide. Western Mass is a myth, they repeat. You cannot go there. No one can.
-Why is that field red? The children ask. It’s a cranberry bog, the adults repeat. Just a cranberry bog. The eyes in the bog do not blink.
-The screaming at night is the fisher cats, we promise.
-The beaches are rocky. They are pointed, and jagged. They have teeth. Do not go swimming alone.
-”They’re not safe to eat unless you boil them alive.” The old fisherman tells you. You think, you hope, he means the lobster. But he never specifies, and you never ask.
-There is a reason everyone says “wicked.”
This is my new favorite thing
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