By Rebecca Rezakhani-Hilton I rise like skin beneath the surface React to my past Bubble like three Full of blind trouble Gone, but not...

By Beth Shepherd Silence settling through the house like the first fall of snow In the aftermath of slamming doors Tracing the chipped...

By Simon Maddrell The earth spins towards darkness, nature’s intent for constant renewal, where a plant holds its roots, a bulb absorbs...

By Tess Darkness everywhere, surrounded by a wall   You try to climb and try not to bleed at all   It’s too painful, it’s too cruel, and...

By Bilgehan Tuğrul I'll throw cherry stones into your eyeballs someone will definitely hit you and get on your nerves forgive me, I...

By Ping Yi The pump and filter thrum beside the pool, day’s light slicing into giggling water, bouncing off detritus and tiles pale blue....

By Ciara Earley I think I saw death this morning, While out for my morning stroll. No skull-like face, or robes, nor scythe, just A girl...

By Kuhu Sharma What was the secret? The lie I smelled Lingering upon the air. Oh, it danced with me, Ran its hands through my hair,...

By M.E.G. I pick everyone else's pieces up in the form of shoes and tears eyelashes and broken hearts put them away safely stuck back...

By Rhiannon Haseltine the wildflowers sulking in your windowsill vase are missing the moors, at least, that’s what they whisper. with...

By Siw Harston To flee is quite flawed as the serpent in its seething usurps to tear your quiet time with a whip to rip your rest that...

By Aman Your blonde strands stung my eyes And I still taste the bitter words that slipped out your pale lips You constantly appraised...

By Brittany Johnston I want to put pen to paper, —have it bleed, onto the page,             as freely as,                         life...

By Charlotte Meyer zu Natrup What would we say? It was small, round. Its skin a smile: warming the palm with a stormy texture. And it...

By Grace Dove one less petal forget-me-not threads of time, unravelling the snow outside, thawing the car tracks have melted our winter...

By Mary Denise Lyons  An empty moon hangs in an empty sky - hollow as an eggshell, scooped out and aching. Despite its golden glow the...

By Benjamin Howell And now the demons appear. Newly paralysed, I lay frozen in fear.   From a nightmare, To a fixed stare. A wide...

By Samantha Sinclair No more shall flowers bloom upon the barrow where carnations grew so tall above the daisies, now gone with thoughts...

By Samantha X For too long—I have been a ghost. Singing sorrow in the graveyard where I grew up.   Drinking the blood from the...

By Zoha Inhale. Feel it whistling on the train tracks rattling down your throat, this is the scenic route my friend Life doesn’t have to...