Welcome to Inner Worlds issue eight, which marks an incredible two years since the magazine launched!

I get tired of my body. I start to send it outside. I start to send it outside without me. One night it goes out and doesn’t come back.

Your mentor once described a Bridge as being close to sacred. Inhale against the pull of time, they said. Let past, present, and future flood your molecules.

They’d done a good job on the skin, hair, teeth, nails, but there was something about my eyes. A missing depth. That’s how you put it to the priest.

It’s been a month since Sally passed away. The house is quiet without her laughter, the pitter-patter of her feet. There is nothing, nothing, nothing—an emptiness filling every room and everyone.