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,…

Woman is a Root-Molly M. Ryan

Touch does not sit in the veins of a petal, Does not wilt when the bloom of spring Withers away. It can’t be pruned, It does not decompose with the dead and discarded To become a new whole. Woman is not a flower. A flower Is only beautiful for the season. Groomed, Clipped, arranged, until…

Entranced-Brian Rihlmann

We lasted awhile only as the times apart became longer and you always asked about others in the interim and of course I said never look me in the eye you said and I did then we’d go to bed for a murderous fuck and afterward sleep bruised and even bloody awaken stiff with scabs…

Eurydice-Allister Nelson

Flowers rot in my hands, on the banks of Charon. My melody of asp bite is the strangest marriage bed.   A hiss, a cadence, of bones dancing to Stygian flow.   But I feel at home here, amongst asphodel and shades.   True, Orpheus played the lyre like the world would never fade away,…

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…

Entropy-Christine E. Ray & Kindra M. Austin

(Kindra M. Austin) Every morning, I wake up. I keep waking up. And sometimes I’m angry at my opened eyes, cos sometimes brittle fingernails scratching inside of my skull, they split and rip and bleed and blood leaks and shorts my circuits. Not enough to kill me dead, just enough to kill my will. And…

With feeling this Time – OldePunk

Carotid artery mistakes Incisive, this empty Crawl is all I can do When God was on The face of the deep, I was under him A darkness indescribable, Without form Let there be light Writhe inconsequential Need for nothing lost Feel summons to whom I belong Calling, chattering never(always) silent No words, no structure, incessant…

Survival – Megha Sood

Have you noticed the slow cleaving in my backbone? the seamless transformation the branching into my thousand self like a sapling breaking out from the blind seed. I’m sprouting I am growing breaking out of this cocoon. Growing like a medusa this fecundity of myself breaking out into the thousands version of me morphing into…

Apollo’s Wolves – Allister Nelson

Murder, cold, written like fingernails that splintered off under weirwood, through fairy stones, see witch’s mark. Only a deal with the Devil speaks truth. Death’s gall she wrote, death’s sword she spoke. And the haints were close, and the bells closed in, and that wicked pianoman with his smuggler’s fingers plinked out a melody like…

coin on the soft tip of my tongue – Tianna G. Hansen

last night I danced with Death again an infinite waltz of conflicting desires She looked at me expectantly with one hand outstretched for the taking, an offering; Seduction. I wanted to allow her to wrap me in that death robe cover my eyes and drop a coin on the soft tip of my tongue. Promise…