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: Adir E. Golan Maery MacTauthenach followed the fading footprints that stained the snow crimson. With each step the snow revealed a deeper, darker imprint. Bleeding. Maery padded faster. Whoever was injured had to be close, the dulled prints had changed from boots to narrow stretches of furrows. Crunching snow…
by Amelia Mason Found Poem taken from #YesAllWomen tweets – (Trigger warning: Deals with themes of assault and rape) Victim Gets Revenge on Rapist by Setting Him on Fire. Well, he was sorta asking for it, dressing in such flammable clothing. 1 in 5 women experience rape or assault….