By RoJ When I was small You were home without a word Life was you And you were life   When I was less small My lips would call you Mummy...

By Greta Ross Unmask us the shadows taunt me as one by one the stars blacken and a cracked moon points the way to Xibalba’s pit.   Half...

By unopuntosei Have I unconsciously let myself crawl into your mind and find myself? Speak of me Think of me Describe me I watch myself...

By Brooklyn Saliba “scissors scatter the ground after falling from between my fingertips after i dance their blades across my wrist once,...

By Alice Ketley I awake from my complacent sleep, tied down amongst the wet dirt. My eyes slowly escape their bone cave. Centipedes...

By R.S Winters Ever since I woke. I've been living on this throne. I’m told “it's the heavy head that bears the crown.” With incentive of...

By Rebecca Rezakhani-Hilton I rise like skin beneath the surface React to my past Bubble like three Full of blind trouble Gone, but not...

By Beth Shepherd Silence settling through the house like the first fall of snow In the aftermath of slamming doors Tracing the chipped...

By Simon Maddrell The earth spins towards darkness, nature’s intent for constant renewal, where a plant holds its roots, a bulb absorbs...

By Tess Darkness everywhere, surrounded by a wall   You try to climb and try not to bleed at all   It’s too painful, it’s too cruel, and...

By Bilgehan Tuğrul I'll throw cherry stones into your eyeballs someone will definitely hit you and get on your nerves forgive me, I...

By Ping Yi The pump and filter thrum beside the pool, day’s light slicing into giggling water, bouncing off detritus and tiles pale blue....

By Ciara Earley I think I saw death this morning, While out for my morning stroll. No skull-like face, or robes, nor scythe, just A girl...

By Kuhu Sharma What was the secret? The lie I smelled Lingering upon the air. Oh, it danced with me, Ran its hands through my hair,...

By M.E.G. I pick everyone else's pieces up in the form of shoes and tears eyelashes and broken hearts put them away safely stuck back...

By Rhiannon Haseltine the wildflowers sulking in your windowsill vase are missing the moors, at least, that’s what they whisper. with...

By Siw Harston To flee is quite flawed as the serpent in its seething usurps to tear your quiet time with a whip to rip your rest that...

By Aman Your blonde strands stung my eyes And I still taste the bitter words that slipped out your pale lips You constantly appraised...

By Brittany Johnston I want to put pen to paper, —have it bleed, onto the page,             as freely as,                         life...

By Charlotte Meyer zu Natrup What would we say? It was small, round. Its skin a smile: warming the palm with a stormy texture. And it...