The memory of you feels so real. It glitters there, in the back of my neck, filtering through marrow & veins & flesh that once …
Secrets of a Butterfly by Anna Skinner
The things the butterfly sees; Are more than broken dreams. It sees the true desires; From this one and only liar. Sketched with colored pen; …
you promised me i was art by Mehek Boparai
i bled shades reflected on prisms and you held your paintbrush all too eagerly smearing my words across your canvas rearranging my thoughts to fit …
The Nameplate by Rowena Taylor
The hospice smells too clean. Nurses wheel around heavy carts of grief. The immensity of our love makes us ill with sadness. How imposing that …
Kissing Boys That Taste Like Ink and Spitting Fire in Motel Sinks by Lindsey Hobart
The first boy I kiss doesn’t write. He doesn’t understand why my bedroom walls tell stories that are sixteen years too long. He does not …
For All the Girls with Messy Hearts, and to the Men Whose Skin Have Tasted Mine by Sade Andria Zabala
Let’s be honest here — I am not the girl men fall in love with. I am the girl that men want to fuck. I …
(Un)breakable by Dani Steinberg
The broken cannot break They’ve been hurt too many times before Crushed, unfinished, left behind Forced to believe that they are nothing more than bones …