Snapshots: Pinball/Flipper by Matilda Colarossi

Pinball Matilda Colarossi I had experienced mad. It was just like when your head pops through the tightest part of a turtle-neck sweater and everything is black, and there's that throbbing pressure on your temples. That's how it was for me. It was the burning in your stomach that shoots up to your cheeks, burrowing…Read more Snapshots: Pinball/Flipper by Matilda Colarossi

Snapshots: L’Aquila by Matilda Colarossi

    L’Aquila Matilda Colarossi     An earsplitting rumble rips through my dreams shaking the world as I know it to its death. Then all is still. I wake up in a terrible sweat and look around me in the dark. I can't remember where I am. My nightlight is on the wrong side…Read more Snapshots: L’Aquila by Matilda Colarossi

Snapshots: Tra le righe/Between the lines by Matilda Colarossi

TRA LE RIGHE Di Matilda Colarossi Il cipresso copriva la finestra. Allungava un’ombra enorme sul pavimento del salotto. Era a forma di scopino del water perché mancava la cima. Toglieva la luce e il respiro. Un ramo, verso la metà della pianta, era spezzato. Restava in bilico sugli altri rami da mesi. Neanche il forte…Read more Snapshots: Tra le righe/Between the lines by Matilda Colarossi

Snapshots: Produttore di sogni/Dream weaver by MatildaColarossi

Produttore di sogni Di Matilda Colarossi Ogni cosa ha il suo tempo. Anche il respiro deve averlo. Lo controllava. Fissava la parete verde e lo controllava. Un sommozzatore in apnea. Senza mare. Nel verde della sala d’attesa sulla sedia ergonomica accanto ad altri che aspettavano e respiravano come avrebbe voluto fare lei. E i petti…Read more Snapshots: Produttore di sogni/Dream weaver by MatildaColarossi

Snapshots: Thin lines/Righe sottili by Matilda Colarossi

Thin lines by Matilda Colarossi She draws a thin line across her flesh, parallel to the others. The tingling burning sensation, the flow of blood, the pounding of the heart, dull the pain. She moves the razor to her wrist. "Beth... Beth open up! I have to pee." She raises her eyes to the mirror.…Read more Snapshots: Thin lines/Righe sottili by Matilda Colarossi

Snapshots: Emancipazione/Emancipation by Matilda Colarossi

L'emancipazione Di Matilda Colarossi “Scusa, Beth, ma hai qualcosa tra i denti…” Elisabeth serrò le labbra. Il rossetto si estese, sfuggendo dai bordi delle labbra sottili e quasi raggiungendo la punta del bel nasino rifatto. “Non ti dispiace se te l'ho detto, vero? Sai, è insalata. Io la tolgo sempre dai panini della mensa. Non…Read more Snapshots: Emancipazione/Emancipation by Matilda Colarossi

Snapshots: She/Lei by Matilda Colarossi

SHE by Matilda Colarossi Another endless discussion. Dysfunctional, as they all were, and silent departing. From the next room, the words took on a familiar hue. She listened, not listening. They were always the same words. They started with “she” and trailed off into a familiar refrain which would no longer touch her. She heard…Read more Snapshots: She/Lei by Matilda Colarossi