i. black curls, frizzed. make up, faded. heart lips, stern. our spell books on your shelf, covered, dust, candle wax. you never wanted me to …
how it really ends by Charlotte Covey
if you draw butterflies on your wrists, they’ll come alive while you sleep and fly away into the night and flutter like sprites. they will …
how to disappear by Charlotte Covey
i. basically everything fell apart and that was fine or whatever but now it’s kind of hard to breathe and it’s kind of hard to …
obesophobia by Charlotte Covey
my organs are rotting from the inside. all i can do is rip them out, feathers in a pillow. bones pop. all i can do …