By Rebecca Seymour The dress won't zip. Again, Crestfallen, the mirror stares back.   She must be smaller.   She grabs flesh. Pulls it forward. Pulls it away. She comes apart in her own hands, just a little. She lifts her hands to her mouth. A taste, tentative. Then more. Chews, swallows. Diminishing herself.   #darkpoetsclub #smallspacedeepimpact #50wordchallenge

By Dorit D'Scarlett He said: I’ll put a child in you. I said: I’ll decide. But now — Eggshell shards on the sheets. A pulse beneath my belly. Something knocks from inside. Not mine. Not his. But hatching.   #darkpoetsclub #smallspacedeepimpact #50wordchallenge

By Synodinos-George Paraschis From the murky waters I emerge, I weep with redemption. Euphoria takes me by surprise. The sirens whisper wounds, yet I scorn their call. I wander through the fragments of my pride. I leave hostile mouths speechless. A wild orchid blooms. Besides, I refuse to dive into another witch hunt.   #darkpoetsclub #smallspacedeepimpact #50wordchallenge