
Darker Ways to Drown || Sara Aultman

by Sara Aultman brackish water stains your mouth, salt cuts old wounds never quite healed right on that whiplash tongu…
by Sara Aultman brackish water stains your mouth, salt cuts old wounds never quite healed right on that whiplash tongu…
by Nia Harries I remember when you cut my heart in two with your tongue. Words lashing in drunken haste, but there …
by Elyssa Diamond I drop the chalky orb into the just too-hot water, releasing its perfumes. The bathroom is heavy wi…
by Bailey Loveless I must have done something wrong with my cottage in the woods. For instead of fair winged fairie…
by Mitt Ann Baptism [1] There, down, as the evangelists scratch gold, on the East Coast beach by the breasts of s…
by Taylor Stoneman River your mouth to his (if you must) but: refuse to be consumed and remade in his likeness: you…
by William Bortz paint my lips with yours like there is no god worth fearing press me close like the god worth fearin…
by Benjamin E. Nardolilli They asked me how I didn’t know, and I tell them he was quiet, he kept to himself, he paid…
by Rachael Hill Heavy quiet of the deep night hangs around me, do not disturb; I ease the wheels over the kerb, g…
by Megan Hamilton We became our own gods, the divine man on the stage with his microphone, a scalpel dissecting a s…