The Fragments He Left Behind Jeya Sandhar Paint encased the canvases around me, each stroke bleeding into the next. Layers of a lonely, deep black
The Last Apple Eva Maltby The woman lifted the apple from the ground in evident dismay. Half rotten, oozing something sticky and yellow from the
I always say sorry before I kill them Petra Rihan I always say sorry before I kill them. I always say sorry to them before
Unlocking the Lockdown Adarsh Madhan Staying at home Not allowed to freely roam Makes me want to moan Because I’m alone Being at one
My Insidious State of Mind Laurie Archer I’m in a mansion One room for every thought that Makes my head ache I climb the staircase
When Shall I Begin Mourning Iha Kishore When shall I begin my mourning? When the house’s bricks quiver at the shaking ground, When the baby
Bullets Sophie Nock “It was a disaster. I didn’t know what to do.” The yellow blanket is scratchy around her shoulders, the scratched plastic surface
Before the War James Crowe Can I trust this world? Can I see this world? This world’s secret side is bad, Pain and suffering is
The Deceased Amelie Baker I slam the door shut desperately. The barrier between me and the outside world is finally closed again, until tomorrow that
The Feather’s Journey Isla Hinton I float down ever so swiftly from side to side, my tranquil, delicate outer vanes flicker whenever the breeze quickens.
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