The glass shatters with a painful Nerve-jangling, ear-splitting crack Lethal shards skitter across the floor like bugs And catch the light a few hundred ways. …
Dear Depression
Dear Depression, You suck. You come and go, but you mostly come back to me when I’m stressed. You make me overthink things and make …
Dear Me: Aging Isn’t What We Thought It Would Be
So, not sure how to address this. I don’t know what to call myself. Guess I could just use my name. Or Whatever — When …
Self-Portrait by Isabella Lewis
Diverging into crevices, rotting away, hidden. An intellectual decay, a sophisticated savage, deploring for substance, my sustenance. Longing for a cover to devour, for a …
Dear Future Me: You Are Loved
Dear Future Me, Though you may not have thought so then, I hope now you know: you are loved, you are kind, and you …
Hortensia’s Speech by Farah Ghafoor
out of the cement the plaster come unholy diamonds. these slate men pointing fingers at priestesses goddesses hookers in silver. water pools from the salivating …
Everything and Everything by Asma Gaba
Sometimes I think I’m okay. But other (most) times I am an enormous mass, a large amount of misery. It eats me up and breaks …
Bittersweet by Sofia Aguilar
“Bittersweet” is one of the November Writing Challenge entries that was chosen to be a featured story. The leaves outside, so crisp with rich …
Dear Self: You’re Worth It
Dear Self, I haven’t been writing for myself–excuse me, for you–ever since I met the people around my life: family, friends, loved ones, and that …