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The anticipation is so sharp it is like broken glass in Jonah’s mouth. The needle hovers above his arm, stretched flat and bruised. His vein trembles. Closer, closer, yet unbearably ...

The sky was a dome, expanding across the land. In the distance, the open water reflected fragments of light, sharp and blinding, like a rippling mirror. Closer inland, the waves ...

The bed was like a battlefield, torn, twisted, desolate. The sheets, wet with sweat and blotted with semen stains, had rolled into tight, sinewy ropes. Pillows had fallen into a ...

The Santa Ana winds flay the arid valley. It is far from the silver-lined luxury of Beverly Hills, far from the salty sea air of San Francisco. The smell of ...

EDIT: In hindsight perhaps this piece doesn't truly belong in this forum, and if it does not I apologize for the inconvenience. This is a work of prose poetry, a ...

I can see him in the distance, a silhouette bleeding into the dull blue sky. The hushed rumble of the waves expands into my ears, louder and louder, as I ...

It is early morning and he walks alone. The iron gates, crusted with rust, clang in his wake. Fog washes over the tombstones in waves. His feet crunch upon the ...

She walks through a field of serene emptiness. It is a field of secrecy, a hallowed place home to memories both sweet and fierce. The air is restless. Wild grass ...

The wild, tousled hair.The full lips, downturned at the corners.The mumbling voice.You, the boy with broken stars in his close yet so far,So high yet so low,So strong yet so ...

they come out to play at night.the yellow-eyed Monsters, they hide in my closetas my mind drifts to a plastic world wherethe deaf hear the blind seethe mute speak. the ...

Kiss my bee-stung lips,Drive the splinters into my skin,Thrust until I can’t breathe.Lift your neck upward - higher, higher, Until the sun melts the blue plastic of the skyAnd the ...

The air wet with blood,The sound of organs stirring.Raw red curtains rapidly unfurling.A sight veiled in water,A coruscating disk. Sterile walls slanting into stark square.Through the caul, a warped r

He’s the boy with broken stars in his eyes,With a bloodstained smile and The laugh of a snake’s rattle.His spurs scrape the sand,A slope steepens his spine.His lips split open ...

She lurks in sugar-glazed windows,Scampers through plastic gardens andPeeks behind pink scalloped walls. In the mirror, a face that is not a face - Bruises of rouge, black-eyed mascara, blush ...

Anticipation like broken glass in my unbearable proximity: his fingers flay my skin,a blade quivers between us.Virgin eyes exposed to flaws - tobacco on his breath,the twitch in his eyelid, ...

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Woman in white sheds her lace chrysalis, bared and red, muscles straining. Shadows unfurl on walls as candles gutter out, the air raw with semen, veil mangled on the floor. ...

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Ceramic bones puncture plastic skin,acrylic eyes roll in their sockets. Denim clings low, limbs dangle before white screen:a lady caged in a body.Two-page ads blare the name—not hers; her face ...

Wet wings fluttering,our bodies shudderingas his hot-iron halosaws into my skin. Fingers elongate to claws and blood wheels in veins—the immortal martyr wrestles,dragging me to a sweet inferno until

Frivolous princess, blasé queen—in the Hall of Mirrors she pauses,unsure which reflection is herself:rose-bitten lips, crown gnawing her scalp,diamonds clawing at her throat.Her satin-slippered foo

I remember the last morning I awoke curled beside you—a moment encased in the ice of timewhen each word, each motion is delicate and sharp. Your lips unfurled into a ...

Harbored within a teardrop-shaped womb,my limbs stirring, straining with the thrust of blood,I begin to unfurl with the throes of rebirth. I uncoil like a caterpillar in my cage of ...

eagerly you light the candleseach flame puncturing the darkcarving shadows into the wall, skeletons writhing, passing things to each otheras our bodies grow closer than the flame to the wick. ...

Iat night, your fingers flexed towards the sky to unhook the stars, to catch them in your jawsand run your tongue over the jagged pieces, but they held fastso you ...

the bowl of dawn drops open,its pearled walls eroding with lightat the horizon—that plane where sky knots with ocean,where your figure is blurred and swept from mine at the shore,our ...

Prompt (to understand the aims of the essay): Spoiler! : In his introduction to A Book of Luminous Things: An International Anthology of Poetry, Nobel Prize winner Czeslaw Milosz states:“My ...

The day comes unhinged, at that far edge of the sky too bright to see. You lie awake in bed with eyes still closed, because you are afraid to ...

We wake early. The trees seem broken in the slant of coming light. They bend their arms like men in prayer, and we lie underneath, held in their roots. ...