(Illustration by Lauren Lee)

Creative Writing

Poem: ‘Muted Night Terrors’

His glass-shard screams punctured the pulsing fleshy organ creaking left to right from a rope of bloody handkerchiefs streaks of fat and juice plunked onto a dilating glimmering circle as a gasp-like sigh echoed softly around the chamber – reverberating heavily within the barren, carved-out cage It dangled further down, frenziedly pumping pomegranate-red blood through…
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Lauren Lee

March 21, 2021

His glass-shard screams punctured the pulsing fleshy organ

creaking left to right from a rope of bloody handkerchiefs

streaks of fat and juice plunked onto a dilating glimmering circle

as a gasp-like sigh echoed softly around the chamber

reverberating heavily within the barren, carved-out cage

It dangled further down,

frenziedly pumping pomegranate-red blood through its narrowing bloated tunnels

yet seemingly lifeless

The boy retched, twisting in the air

skinny limbs flailing,

straining

swollen black veins

I awoke

He slumbered obliviously by my side

a opaque pool of drool collected on the crisp, white sheets

It was all for naught, a warning-infused dream

Poem: To My Target Panic

Poem: To My Target Panic

I remember the first time I met you, the first Sunday of September. Before we met, archery was predictable; my routine was reliable. The weight of my quiver, the resistance of my string, the curve of my limbs, and Sunday morning practice, it was always the same. But...