breaks into you collapse your arteries, implode your bones a dollop of essence sinks, sloshing in an airy primeval goblet set with dripping stones rimming blackened edges with hot wax post – one rusty vigorous shaker black ice crawls, swirls over the glazed solid the...
webbed row-by-row, hanging from pinpoints under the sky buildings of inky grey and black, swirls melting across their borders a shadow of what-if events drained away breathless, collapse on your back muted, lolls your head, hear the monitor beep… beep… beep… kicking...
so many tragedies coursing through this blood, alive and electric, haunted by Phlegethon’s unnavigable currents humming like a razorblade pressed to skin. when night falls: a poet, a jester, a spectator, speechless at where your kneecaps press against...
Her face stands separate to mine. Strands of hair flow within the liquid of the casket, as if a plant were thriving right before my very eyes, growing in a basement lab with only the fundamentals around her. She looks at me, pale thin skin, feeble lips, and a slender;...
“Juno, 10 more minutes okay, sweetheart? You can watch the stars another night. It’s getting cold." Juno’s mother wrapped her furry pink robe tighter, sandwiching her shivering hands under the warmth of each armpit. In her mouth, she balanced an almost-exhausted...
graveyard of loss battered skin with a rough dusting of salt hangs dripping jeweled coral piercing the air from its shelter tucked between braided waterlogged seagreen tresses Burrowing heels between shifting mountains of sand cast storms of shells whisked...
dripping sunlight wrapped around drifting clouds golden threads shoot misty blues color yourself in happiness, brew shatters of apple-green and blood-stained dew choked fists beats, then repeats Spokes of buttery sparks leaves angle prints on the...
wrinkles shift beneath tattered sand bushy bristles curve in gentle slopes pointed high towards the evening sky chirps crowd the dewy air Mixed with the melody of a howl hoots pierce the clouds, twisting and slipping between fluffy snow like a...
Sitting still, stifled She stares at a caked facade Who is she, inside?
Editor's note: This fictional short story contains descriptions of violence and the difficulties immigrants face while migrating. Carlo was on his way to work. The twists and turns he took through the corridors always mounted uncertainty in him. Strange, he had taken...
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