February 10, 2020

Content warning: suicide and eating disorders.

‘Wait, why can’t I see my nickname, then?’ I quickly type in. ‘Don’t I have one?’

    I’ve wrongly been added to that group chat. An impostor. A third wheel. Why am I even here? This only makes things worse, it makes me...

January 19, 2020

    Monday, September thirtieth.  

    Two till five pm. 

    The dissection room smells. But strangely, not as much as I thought it might. The formaldehyde stink is a base-level, bearable, non-offensive sort of stink, where your nose i...

January 13, 2020

                    Images by Shilpa L. Peswani, @slpeswani03.

January 7, 2020

    My mind contains universes, spreading and growing, their edges tickling my brain. Worlds of thoughts, ideas and dreams strain against my temples; they constantly struggle to break open my pate and rise from my head like a Greek goddess. 

    A million vers...

December 30, 2019

Images by Erell Mourouga, @erell._.

Modeling by @idildelmas.

December 22, 2019

    The monster let out an earth-shattering roar. The crows took flight, circling dizzyingly into the clouds. The wolves flattened their ears, preparing for battle. Anla sighed, clattering up the stairs. 

    “What?” she asked. “What? Stop...

December 15, 2019

And in her room she built a shrine.

All bone marrow, flesh, and blood.

Dusky pink particles cover the vanity.

Everyday potions applied to shape and change her face:

In the morning to conceal, in the evening to reveal.

Two matches burnt out and laid at the feet of god.

Hot wa...

December 9, 2019

Images by Yu Shan, @hollyccino.x.

December 2, 2019

Content Warning: single use of the word "rape."

Five stages of Blankness. 

“I belong to the Blank generation. I can take it or leave it each time.” 

Belief

the starry-eyed version of denial 

    It started with that reassurance. Of course the mindset was reversed, and the b...

November 23, 2019

Snatch the rose 

Pluck it from the sky, and 

Drink the youth that spills from her curling lips. 

A lifetime in mad moments 

A sweet, dark liquor that consumes the mind and soul. 

A sickening rose against the urban jungle, 

Drowning in dangerous thorns 

Which ruin the rough ha...

November 19, 2019

    The weight of my head rests on the softness of my pillow. I can hear each inhale and exhale of my breath. Muscles consistently bring my chest up and down and up and down. Two molecules of oxygen—twenty-one-percent of the air passing down my throat—reach my lungs an...

November 9, 2019

    It is near impossible to forget the habits and peculiarities of a person whom you have once loved. At times, it might seem like you have forgotten the exact way they walk––with a slight bounce in their step, their arms swinging with the movement. Their distinct and...

October 29, 2019

Images by Sabina Pachlopnikova.

September 9, 2019

     In Florida, there is still a laundromat. The shining wheels of cars whizzing by it mimic the steely spinning of the machines. Next door you can buy custard, and in the back you can hop over the railroad tracks to Sarah’s house....

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