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At Summer’s Crest | Amber Hashmi

at summer’s crest the sun beats down on its treasury: the flowers in zeal and the flesh of fruit that…

How to grow out your hair, and then cut it all of yourself | Lauren Reitzel

How To Play the Victim How to grow out your hair, and then cut it all of yourself

There’s an effortless beauty that surrounds those that sleep; when their face muscles relax and they have no concern for…

My human form has not felt quite right lately; a floral form feels a better fit. I stare at my…

You paint your nails purple, Purple like the walls of your childhood bedroom, Your childhood bedroom where you and your…

It’s a seven of diamonds on the turn and I freeze my movements. The chip leader glances my way and…

I didn’t expect it to be this hard moving on. I never noticed how intertwined our lives have been since…

Watching the subtle oscillations of the headlights in the rearview mirror as the cars weave through the hilly, pothole-ridden roads…

Kissing you is intoxicating. I could get drunk off of your lips. You taste like an Old Fashioned: sweet like…

I can’t see the weather outside my window right now because the blinds are closed, which they always are. My…