By Sezin Devi One day you wake and you’re not yourself. I feel like I’m peeling out of my skin and I get flashes of heat, skin on fire, boiling this lobster in a pot that’s my full body ache. I’m 17 again, acne that’s not, it’s actually cysts and I can’t pop them because now at 46 my skin scars and I have itchy tits and wake in the middle of a thought at 3am, heart pounding and can’t sleep, it isn’t trauma, it’s this change in me I knew was coming I was bitten a women, it’s t

By Nadia Beckett The door was locked, but it wasn’t enough He broke in like a demolition crew Leaving only dust where foundation used to be. My skin still recognises a wrong touch. An imprint Cellular panic Screaming a silent name. I search for the woman who lived here She’s gone Hiding behind my eyes Whispering; You didn't fight hard enough. Violation isn't a scar, but a shadow glued to my heels It taught me the feeling of unclean How ownership can be revoked in a single wre

By Lewis Brown Speaking as a lover of cat piss, pantyhose and older women, I can say confidently that this perfume is for everyone. It opens with bold top notes of patchouli and incense followed by the unmistakable scent of pastrami sandwiches the kind your high school bully used to eat and vegetables slowly spoiling in a hot rubber bowl. Next come the middle notes or as I like to call them, the Incident: an accord of caribou musk and poison, undergirded by a whiff of sour co