I am by Rachel Waring

I am broken bones and scraped knuckles ……..bruised knees and black eyes ……..cut up arms and twisted ankles ……..tear-stained cheeks and shaking hands ……..screaming lungs and pounding heart ……..constantly healing but continually fighting Looking in the mirror I watch bruises fade and swirl On a face I barely recognize I tell myself Keep fighting, keep […]

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Ataraxia by Hana Tzou

  There’s howling on the streets. Lions, brawling, tearing each other to pieces, ripping flesh. The smell of blood streaks the sky, and steel ascends from the abyss, skyscrapers looming ominously over the bloodshed. Shouting and screaming and pain ripples through the cities, and the sour flavor of death burns the taste buds with every […]

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