By Alex Padina I looked into the eye of the sun only because it was half hidden in the clouds, cloaked in dusk’s evanescence. ‘Tis odd...

By Lewis Brown The sun was bright there was water on the road and I drove into the glow. You ever have a dream like that? One that felt...

By Coups. A pair of thighs walk down the street. They wear a snug, navy skirt just above the knee, tights with two small ladders in them....

By Jules Rogers Words weaved over the years, lugged around in a heavy suitcase, they stopped spewing out when death stepped in. Words...

By Lucy Joyelle Inanna I want to smash 1000 plates hard against the walls in a room & scream in anger & pain   Wail loud, dripping in...

By Leanne Webber No longer a maiden. No more waking and staring into the morning Eastern light, praying to Lakshmi, basking in her yellow...

By Henry Vinicio Valerio Madriz Complaining… Feeling my misery that duels inside and around. Turning my back to life.   Sorrow… An angel...

By Jennifer Pratt-Walter she is a small bird caught between the pages of a nocturnal monotint album   tasting midnight in the rain...

By Argy Ahmeti Alone, in grounds immortal. Death every kiss. To one’s own Fire; To one’s own cold undoing. A will reaching dissolving....

By Sister Chain Satan said: bite yourself Daddy said nothing Jesus said: love yourself for I am within you. But I bit bite bit bit after...

By Sian Maciejowski  I clean the kitchen with bleach And solvent made for marble; I let the bleach touch my skin And wonder —   Am I...

By Connor Hattie My legs hung still, frozen like stalactites under the covers of my blanket. My feet, dangling, uncovered in cold air...

By Amanda Crundall Detached  Hovering above surroundings  Numb Shut down  Feeling like a ghost floating above my own grave   Attached ...

By Dael Mac The sight of her filled the inner decay, the cavity of his soul he wanted to consume, possess break her open and feast on her...

By Kate Fitz I’ve dowsed myself in honey for so long  Because I was at once more digestible  And more difficult to peel yourself off  ...

By Sue Johns Every carriage erupts into the body-language of delay. The frantic phone tapping as schedules unravel.   With the driver’s...

By Paul Benkendorfer The morning is blue and cold I waken to their cruel words: You’re lazy, good for nothing! God you’re such a...

By Cleo Heywood At the edge of a restaurant, the wet chatter lures Lambs to the fields nearby. Gathered in their fluff, they stand and...

By Aoife Kirby My mother fed me arsenic from a tarnished, silver spoon She recited practiced passages and chased me ‘round the room I hid...

By Emma Keun Once she wept For candles For fat bodies, melting As cream, curdling Into thick, sticky rivulets At the nadir of a lurid...