CHRISTOPHER ONSOMU
The curtains of my heart / Were shredded years ago. / A woman, like a lioness, / Tore them — and tore them slow / And left the cut debris / Scattered across the floor. / I’m not avoiding just their love / But what’s behind my door: …Continue Reading The Long Way Home
DIANE KIM
She got used to the unkempt, frizzy brown hair that she never bothered to brush anymore. She got used to the dry, cracked lips that were drained of color, more of a starchy beige than pink. And eventually, she even got used to her eyes….Continue Reading Blood and Spice Tolerance: The Art of Feeling Nothing
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
ADRITA ZAIMA ISLAM
I can’t help but notice that the shade of her dress resembles the one she was wearing the day I left. I wonder if she picked it out on purpose, if she remembers, if it matters at all to her. …Continue Reading Old Flames Made Old
MICHAEL ANTWI-AYIM
Bodies curl inwards as their souls search for a leave / The cave around them trembles in his rage / His roar rips through the stagnant air / his foul earthen cage…Continue Reading Cyclops’ Folly
TAYLOR HOGANSON
The world creaks under my feet as I climb. I find small handholds in the spaces between pale bricks as I lift myself three stories into the buildings that loom over the wooden street below….Continue Reading Ocellatus
AVA WONG
my name is but a whisper on / your grandmother’s lips— // syllables itchy like ink / on a wet page, fingers // reaching for a memory, for / the stone they tied…Continue Reading water ghost
AMAYA RANATUNGE
I. Red Blood / Red is the blood running through aliens, / strangers of the stars, / amongst invisible borders of burning galaxies. / Red are the veins trembling / when spaceships crash into …Continue Reading RED RED RED
LUKE DEEBLE
“After all, when in Rome.”
Clare leaned back and laughed, her cheeks flushed crimson, and her eyes unbelievably wide then half-shut, three distinct lines forming at each outward-facing corner of her eyes….Continue Reading On-Thames
SHRUTI SANGAMKAR
It was juvenile, the way she spoke to its whispers underneath. They played hide-and-seek every night as she stuffed her head under a pillow that was just a little warm. She hated the feeling….Continue Reading Can we be friends?