Dinner party by Sophia Georghiou
The bed is filled with wax and your arms are wax stuck around my wax back I think about cuttingContinue Reading
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My Pocket Crumbs by Jack Stacey
I hoped my first time drinking I’d still taste Cherryade. At 14, I had a beer, something from aContinue Reading
Capable by Miss Kanishka
Never have I known I’ve been the best con; Guileless was I, pondering I’m incapable of deceiving anyone… Don’t everContinue Reading
The End of the Earth by Madeleine Ringer
O the melancholy ties chains around my hands and crawls to my neck as i choke with the pain ofContinue Reading
Saturation by Amanda Fleming
With the saturation on high blurred faces in the sunlight overexposed selves bodies in the afterglow of shouting screaming IContinue Reading
My Father’s Workshop by Summer Young
Our bikes leant against each other, my father’s wheel empty, my own, squeaking, growing weeds, four years too small Continue Reading
Intermissions by David Estringel
Never fails, folks always commenting on how young she looks, with her big brown eyes, plump face, and rosy cheeks.Continue Reading
Is that how it feels? by Maham Sohail
The water feels so cold, Every drop sending chills down my spine. Is that how rain feels? The airContinue Reading
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