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 …
To The Me I Once Was
Dear Past Version of Me, Don’t worry, we’re still alive. You didn’t think we were ever going to see this day, and you had almost …
The Sky Is on Fire by Molly Klassen
Eleanor lifts her bleak blue eyes to the burning world above her. Brilliant shades of crimson cascade across it; sunny yellows streak the smoldering sky …
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 …
The Truth About Fighting Depression
The problem with depression is that it is a shapeshifter. It can blend in with the normal patterns of a teenager, young adult, or pretty …
Gambled by Daniela Sordillo
I gambled, and I’m still trying to decide Whether I won, or Lost. I lost a decaying cadaver. Let the flies and maggots Thrive on …