maybe in some way i am historic too i heard them call the ruins “beautiful” the old and run down “majestic” i do not see …
Daisy by Melissa Sussens
You spend all day lining them up for slaughter, one by one onto the conveyor before bullet is silenced by brain, knife slithers over throat, …
Moving On by Claudia Miranda
The day after your death, the sun still surprisingly came up and shone down onto the cold and blue horizon. There were no loud noises, …
The Aftermath by Sania Mushtaq
When things get bad, we run towards the airport in our dreams but wake up before we catch our flights. When things get bad, I …
House with a Missing Mouth by Nazanin Soghrati
A woman can be a window. She can also be a door: that is the truth. My mother does not look people in the eye: …
Mute by Jenneve Abaño Aying
Somewhere along the way, you lost your voice You remember it being made out of springtime lullabies and strong powerful marching songs. It was the …
one year and counting by MacKenzie
the kisses of sunbeams on my face feel warm. my heart is full, so far from the ragtag, edgy organ that’s worn out from using …
Ink by Neha Agarwal
her grandma said to her “all the stars in the sky can fit into your beautiful smile. never stop smiling.” so the girl drew the …
Cloudy Glasses by Dani Leshgold
this world is riddled with raindrops in the eyes of gods and junkie moons and death too soon’s and an inability to stop wasting time …