By Kristal Peace (This poem contains domestic abuse.) My mother holdsMy hand as we navigateThe city’s streets during rush hour,The song of sirens escorting us home.She holds the grocery bagThat yanks her toward dinner. She holdsThe sharp words my fatherFlings at her when she thinksThe day is going well. She…
by K.A. Wright Lie to me in the daytimeTell me you don’t recallBut tonightfor one nightI am your tasty truth Disown the weight of my nameDiscard me somewhere darkCut your eyesTurn your backclose the doorthen open it again tonight Lace my drink with poisonDestroy any guilty dropsbut tonightthis nightI’ll bleed…