He was an array of loosely fitted mirror slices, cutting and cold and exact like art, or the remains art made you leave behind. Sometimes …
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 …
Just a Note to My Teenage Angst and Her Unused Black Lipstick by Kayla Wheeler
When you chose Manic Panic Raven, a shade so dark you couldn’t find it at the bottom of your purse after you stole it from …
The Opposite of Ending by Arielle Trager
As each day stretched me further from the first, I began to think that you never really fall out of love. I began to think …
Another Vagabond Lost to Love by Charlotte Eriksson
6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, and I still don’t know which month it was then or what day it is now. Blurred …