Larissa Pham

Rooms

In the room I came of age inside. The darkness and the quiet bred a secret private that let me dream of secret private things. In its gloom I twitched under fevered dreams, woke breathless from nightmares; fucked myself into a dizzy stupor in the middle of the day, the light illuminating weakly the newness that coated my fingers and my skin. It was a room of little light, of slow-burning discovery,; a dark and private sanctuary, framed to the north by twin pines.