By R. J. Smith I sit at the hearth, my hands still rough from the handle. My back sings with a dull ache after bringing the axe down too...

By Andrew LaRocque When the sacred space is forgotten and life takes over our lives When the Fool sits in twilight gazing into the Abyss...

By Quinn Forskitt Hard fast, rapid relief of rather intense emotions. Gutteral The throat is crying Tight. Tight as can be. It only wants...

By Wild Baao pulling out the drawer, looking down at the blades which one to use today? staring down at my wrists choosing what design...

By Angela Fox RED was the colour of BLUSHING RED was the colour of BLOOD RED was the colour of ILLNESS RED was the colour of PAIN RED was...

By Samuel Escher Beneath the great oak lays the raven. Life no longer, body contorted, About, strewn feathers pulled during the struggle....

By Misty Morehead grief is love with nowhere to go. it’s an aching for thoughts you can no longer know. it’s the loss of future moments,...

By Stephen Dancer As human beings we all tend to strive to be better versions of ourselves, carrying the weight of the world on our...

By Maisie Barlow We simply spend our lives telling each other about our own survival Why then are we made to be rivals Sold careful...

By Natalie Borenstein Beleaguered, I lie entrenched in this state- A state of constant denouement, Bound by ties of fate. One ability I...

By Monica Mills Where there is desperation, a keen urgency to flee, A listless hum of purpose that doesn’t apply Escape is an immutable...

By Randall Moss Four years to get a degree I thought would make me feel special. Four years, for me to realize that I am black and...

By Jo Boustead I read the cards long ago, my fate was sealed with champagne and bones. A dance with the Devil, wicked but sweet, alone in...

By Holly Allen He is a fire. You are paper, melting from the heat. He is a lion, And you are a gazelle caught in his teeth. He is a gun...

By Cemile Kabadayi To the thug, the creep, the criminal You who has to sneak in the shadows of night, Your life of deceit is subliminal,...

By Zaphkiel I Think of Thee when sick is in the air, Vile rings of vomit that glare Through the purity of the breeze, I Think of Thee...

By Suhani Khosla before, when you cut me to pieces, red dripped past the seams that had burst open revealing lacerated veins and a...

By Kayla Long Society’s Rejected ones Unfit for a world of carbon copy clones Tossed aside to wilt and die Who dictates who is given...

By Bear Houston Every day I wake and my addiction decides How it will live today and shorten my strides It’s a fickle thing aspersion,...

By Hannah Sutherland Soap suds and lukewarm water, bubbling beneath soaking dishes as I clean. Mundane tasks to block out the pain of you...