how could i? | Jenna Zaidan

the memories are pulled from my mouth as i walk in the doorlavender scentedsick and drippingi gag hello and they … More

The First Kiss of Spring | Riley McComb

The Earth was finally close enough to the Sun tobe kissed, letting the sky rain withgutter’s waste and dripping tree … More

My sister made me be the dog when we were younger.On the lucky nights she didn’t, when she played the … More

Rose bushes creep onto my pathand tend to keep me from my way.The forest preys on my dismayand keeps me … More

the first was the boythe heirhe escaped his pain through the bottom of a bottlealways slamming the shot glass down … More

Out there is a dog. I have not met him and I will not. The rough drag of his tongue … More

what i’m telling you is true my great grandmother was an american spy straight from the warfront of world war … More

You slipped through my fingersbefore I rememberedto want to hold on. And we have fallen so far backthat we made … More

An endless march down the ash-blackened valleyNerves shot with the beat of every drumOne by one, our friends fallBuckling under … More

I cannot do anything else. It follows me home, fluffs my pillow at night. It waits behind me as I … More

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