by Jason Grant The entire king-sized bed is mine now, but I can’t seem to move from the left side to the right because on the nights you were here—laying there—if I dared move from my side to yours in the middle of the night it was like I-was-crossing-some-boundary you-needed…
By Samantha Renn in sincerity she screams blessed mother, where were you when that boy cut me, when that boy tied me to the pain he was inflicting in the fear she cowered and stayed sword’s edge; she’s associated meanings with everything and those bindings are razor wire, but she…