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Brandeis University’s Independent Student Newspaper Since 1949 | Waltham, MA

Arielle Bernstein


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The Introduction

The faces are all blurry now, in retrospect, and my tongue feels increasingly too large as I look into my mom's eyes, large and overflowing like jugs of milk- thought I might drown when Matthew looked at me like that.


The Introduction: A Weekly Serial

Listen:I've lost or let go of everything I've ever loved.You grab my wrists and tell me I need to start feeling again, and I ask when did I ever stop?Early morning and my mom called- and quietly sobbing I told her I was coming home.*******White on white and yellow candles.


The Introduction: A weekly serial

If I start smoking now maybe I could get to heaven faster. Too late, Violet mouths, blood running from her wrists.Mom called early that morning and our conversation sounded like a death rattle: I breathe because I can't speak - pale, quick, staccato gulps.


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