By Jess Chua The Queen gazed upon her loyal ladies-in-waiting selecting a trio of virgins renowned for their beauty unblemished skin and lustrous locks she concocted a powder out of their bones as part of her anti-aging regimen— they loved her, after all #DarkPoetsClub

By Isabel del Rio Daily deeds in self-defence have this perfect symmetry: they mirror what has been done and demand penitence where it is due. No sin and no surrender. What acts our own, which the harvest of persuasion? Guiltless by birth, we are born of old and if we are guilty of any sin, it is uniquely the oldest sin of all: I will not be bound. We sin for others, bear others’ sins, and each event is judged on its own failings: do we transgress, then, when we say rando

By Grace Asharah You were a gatekeeper to all that I had kept hidden. Hades inviting Persephone into her own depths. And in that underworld labyrinth I picked up all my pieces again. A broken little girl who longed to be loved, A priestess battered by too many lifetimes spent silent, An oracle with wide eyed vision and prophecy, A wild artist who breathes freedom and passion Gremlins and monsters of insecurity, The face of the dark Goddess standing before me, Whis