By Georgia Hilton that enfolds you. The softest envelope, night’s blanket. A velvet coverlet brushing your earlobe, skimming the surface of a cheekbone. You breathe into me and I absorb it. There is no me, but you suffuse it. It’s not darkness after all, but waning light that casts the shadows. I am a shelter from it, your deepest hollow. The ink of an underground cavern. What fantastical creatures swarm the imagination here, living without sunlight or oxygen. But they are re

By Gillian Lenore Beneath the cracked bones in my chest, where old shadows braid themselves into prayer, there’s a hunger- inherent and incessant- a beast, born from loneliness, fed on every hand that ever let go. It would silently call out. And monsters would come. Smelling of comfort and wearing sheep’s clothing, I let them in- and spent years confusing echoes for answers, claws for comfort, gnashing teeth for devotion. I mistook their shadows for shelter, their hunger for

By Birdbones Time picks its teeth With the bones of Human endeavor Devoid of form Streaming boundless Mercurial in appetite Its shadow inescapable Expiring arbitrarily No encores chambered A ruse in measure As no more exists Than ever has or will Reliant on its passage We live, we love We hurt, we heal Its taste for irony however Insidiously Pierces hapless souls Moments spent living Moments spent dying Cruelly interchangeable Infinitely entertained by The zero sum Of our exi