Cuba’s (Not So) Glorious Communist Romance

Cuba’s (Not So) Glorious Communist Romance

Mexico was not North Korea. In fact, they probably didn't even look the same naked. But Cuba wouldn't know because she'd never seen what was underneath North Korea's perfectly pressed, gray suits. If she had, she wouldn't be sitting next to Mexico then, sticky leather seats beneath them and an expanse of constellations above. She [...]

She

She

I feel her everywhere. She is the shadow at the end of every hallway. The eyes staring at me from the darkness. The black figure I catch in corner of my vision. The chill that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand. She is never in front of me, always behind. Always [...]