By Dodie Green He whispered to me “use me” so, I did. I split open his skin peeled it off gently set aside for later use. I cut out his spine (it might be useful, one never knows.) I cracked him open, revealing his fragile insides they gleamed softly in the light, he was tattooed with words from beginning to end. But I, destructive as I am, tore him apart trying to understand the mysteries of his heart. Though I rustled and leafed through every page of him, in the end I could

By Jin Tian I see them as equal. The urge to Release the monstrous unease. Perfect job on earth: being a porn star under daylight, yet when night arrives, burning pages in the fireplace. Porn and poem – you pay to watch one, have to pay to get the other read. When you speak those lines to me, I know I’m naked. What kind of undergarments are you putting on me in your wandering mind? Those artificial intelligences, without real flesh – how are they facing an internet flooded wi

By Lindsey Jay Are you looking for someone with a fragile sense of self? Introducing “All The Feels” Barbie: the borderline beauty riddled with emotional instability. Delicately packaged in extreme sensitivity and fears of abandonment, this lovely lady comes complete with inner turmoil, mascara smears from crying uncontrollably, and scars from self-inflicted harm that once helped numb the pain. Accessories include: a wardrobe of black, bottles of mood stabilizers and antidepr