by Ivan de Monbrison I should have died much sooner, right after Dad died. I should have killed myself very quickly, without even taking the time to think about it too much, because afterwards you hesitate, you procrastinate, and it’s already over for good. But my first real suicidal urge…
by Hayley Russell You walk through rooms as if stepping into old paragraphs, edges curling, floorboards breathing cold against your feet, wallpaper lifting at the seams like peeling time, colors fading into the bruised yellow of a memory you never wanted to inherit. Every chair remembers who once sat in it. Every door still holds the shape of how…
by Ophelia Knight In every ghetto there is a being nicknamed SEXY ________ @ 8:30am they rise mixing Florida water and watching as the rhinestones fall from thrifted applebottom jeans they have grandmothers that kneel in church pews & call on their singular version of Jehovah taking baths in milk clouded with lavender bubble bath tendrils of kanekalon dyed…
by Ivan de Monbrison I should have died much sooner, right after Dad died. I should have killed myself very quickly, without even taking the time to think about it too much, because afterwards you hesitate, you procrastinate, and it’s already over for good. But my first real suicidal urge…
by Hayley Russell You walk through rooms as if stepping into old paragraphs, edges curling, floorboards breathing cold against your feet, wallpaper lifting at the seams like peeling time, colors fading into the bruised yellow of a memory you never wanted to inherit. Every chair remembers who once sat in it. Every door still holds the shape of how…
by Ophelia Knight In every ghetto there is a being nicknamed SEXY ________ @ 8:30am they rise mixing Florida water and watching as the rhinestones fall from thrifted applebottom jeans they have grandmothers that kneel in church pews & call on their singular version of Jehovah taking baths in milk clouded with lavender bubble bath tendrils of kanekalon dyed…