Dripping

ANNIKA LISS
You were my first victim, after all: the first bloody body in my bed, light refracting from the shard sliding out of your neck, tearing the artery. You think you taught me how to shred reality to pieces, but I could snap long before you dug your grave between my empty ribs….Continue Reading Dripping

The Mirror

KIDANE PINCUS
“Yet we are not made to suffer joy unending. The planets continue their ever-changing orbits around our star, the constellations whirl overhead, cavorting with comets and black holes alike, and down upon our little piece of rock friendships form – and are broken….Continue Reading The Mirror