By Z-Louise Poetry Despairing at the voices bouncing off walls and back to pierce my ears, trumpeting Angels, Vibrational pipes, A conveyor belt of noise and phrases on repeat, Anguish and fire, A harpooned mind caught in nets enraged, Of provoking horrendous tongues, I find refuge in the sharp steel blades, Sawing motions back and forth, Trying to numb the pain, Yet I can’t stand the metallic red paint dripping, The tightening of skin, Squeezing my soul out, Evil laughter p

By Aiden Wylder A dark glistening object catches my eye, Reflecting the sun like polished hematite. Black diamonds shimmering in the sunlight, Horripilating and trembling in the zephyr. My inner magpie is drawn to this shiny entity. The vision becoming clearer as I draw closer, Jiggling bejewelled beings attached to something Bronze and furry, and lying maddeningly still. On the track, half a fox, Dead on its’ back. Coating the barely visible splaying innards were hundreds of

By Synodinos-George Paraschis Absolute downfall leads me through daedalian labyrinths. Within my cells, I search for traces of solitude. The clock’s relentless ticking warns me — time to depart. Upon soft velvet, I drifted into slumber. I was swept away by the beauty of crimson rose petals. A ladder I build toward the naked truth — hoping perhaps to awaken. Madness bombards me, for the sun no longer bathes Valencia. I glorify the sinful passions that torment me. The soul’s ow