Go Ask Alice – Christine E. Ray

prescription bottles stand at attention upon the kitchen table we arm wrestle for control of my identity meaningless that I am the one who made the call acknowledging my unraveling I did not want mini-pharmacy growing unrestrained blue pill to make me tall red pill to make me small stagger under weight of laden words…

My Death Is a Great Red Pen, Correcting-Kindra M. Austin

What you want, I ain’t got; and goddamn, I have the sinking feeling that it’s happening again, as night is falling down upon me. I submerge, accordingly—   await my death. My death eradicates mistakes I’ve made, and saves. My death is a great red pen, correcting—   according to Vodka, on top of Fibromyalgia,…

The Signs-HLR

“How did you not see the signs?” when she said she couldn’t write when you began to miss her smile when she couldn’t bear the daylight when you hadn’t heard her laugh when she stopped enjoying reading when she stopped taking bubble baths “How did you not see the signs?” when you saw her wearing…

Just Words – Jack Neece

I am the girl ripped open Insides out I am the breakdown The tattered remnants of promises to be brave I made only last week I am blood shot eyes and acid clawing I am eggshells and razor blades I am numb and raw I am efficient and lost I am crying and I don’t…