A New Story by Jeneé Skinner Appears on CATAPULT
House Was a Fist
A house birthed me and will likely be the death of me.
A house birthed me and will likely be the death of me. I felt myself formed in the womb of her walls before I was pushed up from the kitchen floor like daisies. I smelled of linoleum, my teeth sharp. I was born full-bodied with language, but no memories of my own. In the beginning, all of House, down to her wood, grew warm feeling another life inside her, loved and protected. A companionship that belonged to her and not the world. I was new, and this meant she saw me as an endless possibility.
Read the rest of the story on the Catapult website: House Was a Fist
