By Megan Cartwright Broken blood vessel blooms, sprouts in tendrils that snake across my eyeball; a white orb moon. I drive nameless roads, consumed by history, shed rust, flakes of a broken blood vessel’s bloom. Map lines spread like veins, plumes beating blue with the heart’s pace, rapid beneath the white orb moon while the cigarette lighter socket looms at the edge of my vision, aches red; blur of blood vessels in bloom, mind and mouth of cotton wool. I exhale dragon’s bre

By Tay Ann I sink my teeth into her neck, wait to taste the copper on my tongue. I taste every compliment she gives, the prayers she sends, the back she bends.   I take it all from her, watch as it drains from her veins, as her skin turns pale and cold. I make her look as cruel as me, even as I take it all in.   There is only so much one can take, before it numbs them to the pain. I cannot stop. Even when I know it's gone on too long. I feel   the end is near. She's almost em

By Roxana Shirazi It’s the mustard gas that has made me The way I am, my love. No garlic, mustard or horseradish smell, I got seduced by the odourless pure type, It’s not my fault. It’s the days of sitting in the honey silence With cherry-patterned skirts cuddling my little knees Waiting for all the boys to notice me that has made me The way I am, my friend. Yperite bleeding through the Persian dusk. Contaminating/poisoning/dirtying. It’s the bad uncle holding my five year ol