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Mothers Hands By Diona S.
I wonder if my Mothers hands that are now rough and calloused used to be soft and supple with perfectly manicured nails that had never...
My Gym Membership Is Up For Renewal By Luis Costa
because most mornings I wake up and I just hate myself, a lime in the sink after a party; unveiling inconspicuous calories while I count...
I want more By Noah Isaac
I want to pass quietly and without leaving a mark but everybody has their own piece of my heart their own finger in the pie of my...
Handle with care By Hannah Abban
No one wants to be alone. We lock arms and souls with strangers, Holding the key between our teeth, Weaving a home with fraying secrets...
On Dying By Debby E
I think about killing myself a lot curious and excitable, I find myself leaning maybe a little too far into the idea but I think the only...
Nightbloom By Danielle Wilde
Saturday night and the dog is starving, it’s ribs like scaffolder’s boards, barnacles on dead buildings industrial like the split treads...
Peachy By Leila Biggs
Shedding a stop on the orange line Cut my walk to work down by a quarter of an hour Cooking my food with my own two eyes, None peering...
Sausage Casing By Megan O’Hanlon
I steal a second glimpse My figure contorts curves into acceptance, Tell me how to feel comfortable in skin that won't fit me, The rips,...
Poem 3 By Ashley Hobbs
The distaste of your love lingers in my mouth sour, bitter and bloody I am begging to unlearn all the ways you moulded me into an...
Spare Skin By Val Roberts
I grab my spare belly skin, stab it with scissors, cut it, snip snip snip. Rip from my skeleton. Flush down the sluice. Blood licks,...
Swan song By Lewis Webb
On Sunday, I’ll watch As the flames flicker in the distance Sliding closer every second And I’ll think about Monday And what I’m having...
SKIN By Storm Hollings-Whitfield
I have never been afraid to be naked not in front of lovers my family anyone all this is just skin there is my ribcage prudent as ever...
Yearn for madness! By S. C. Ward
Yearn for madness in your home, Roam in dance, scream in laughter, Spring up like a maddened shrew, Bray at yourself, till your insides...
Untitled By Lev Ifergan
I fucking made it. Just look at me now. Soaring I’ll crush stars if I want to I could bring about an end A million new beginnings I’ll...
Sweet Release By Joseph Marshall
The buckle is broke The holes in the belt are warped The leather is stretched The stitching is torn Abused by a weight It was not made to...