By Veris Marock I’m in love with dead worlds, desolate scapes of stone and ruin aching to be heard, screaming in songs  that ring silent...

By John D. Kelly She tells him he’s terribly   attractive   as she flashes her steely-blue eyes like scalpel- blades numbing him, dumbing...

By Matthew Kaleb McLaren Day after day, I lie alone in my room,  Day after day, my mind is my tomb, Day after day, I lie alone in my bed,...

By Hannah Hogan Turned   inside-out, fury catches in the chest serpents twisting, pain searing - sun, blistering shadows, solid lines -...

By Bethany Jade McDonnell You mentioned her name once, you mentioned her name once and now I know, her favourite song her date of birth,...

By Nadia Beckett In the clinch of twilight where illusions decay Beneath the cold gaze of the moonlit display Silhouettes stretch long...

By Stavria Lous the first time, you kissed me like you had a soul — I mistook you for a human. You fucked me like a void, and then I knew...

By Georgia Bailey i’ve       seriously     tried to    swallow you        before .         The   pips were     the hardest    parts ,  ...

By Philip Youden In the backwoods of New Brunswick a body is buried, face down in a concrete grave. A farm girl found guilty of...

By Luna Brown I saw your skin constrict like a snake, Making me believe In places existing far beyond culpability. A vulnerable witness...

By Rosie Aziz There was no weather the day we pulled the body from the lake.   The parting of water, silkiness giving way to slope of...

By Stonehead It arrives mid-morn, as they often do, clean, uncreased, no postage due. No sender, no seal, no ink to betray the unseen...

By Andrew Burkey She called from the graveyard and whispered to death. ...

By Azka I looked at death twice— once as a child, and once as a teen. PTSD lives inside my veins, recollections of flashbacks I don’t...

By Di Hills Dame Garson, famed on a forest of wounds and fevers for turning herself into a runaway hare, blink twice and she’d evaporate...

By Jilly Johannsen The first time I saw it hung on an IV pole; a bag of endometrichunk With little handles and a whatsit dripping down A...

By Noel King In her son’s room      she found white porcelain inkwells           he’d stolen from his school.                Feeling...

By Florin Rosca He fell into this reality With the splashing of blood, Fresh chaos.   The smells, dripping and crazy Grabbed and drowned...

By Jacqueline Taylor Broken bottles Feet oozing blood It’s all a mess in my head Raining down buckets of sweat Steamed windows freezing...

By Fry Kemper I've been thinking about you girl And i know that it’s been weeks Itching Crazy, sweating buckets I’m as cleaned up as my...