HUNGRY GIRLS By: Nadia Leiby
We are the hungry girls. Greasy hair and soft lips, we pore over our vices like rats in a dumpster tones no longer hushed as we wail our deepest fears
Category: poetry
TO THE FIRST PERSON WHO TOOK CARE OF MY BODY By: Nadia Leiby
I am bathing in the taste of yesterday’s you, Slivers of ourselves tucked between my sheets You, mumbling beautiful nonsense, face pressed against my breast, the sirens of Richmond outside
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Smudging By Amanda Blake
I’ve kept the photo albums you sent not on a bookshelf inside my house, (There is no welcome mat for you) but in the pocket of my passenger-side door. No
untitled by Devin Manning
your hands are chains i have never wished to break free from. they hold me firmly yet i couldn’t dream of being let go. your fingers glide slowly over every
Intersecting Planes by Carol “Jane” Hagen
Unable to find a horizon I once tried to dive into the sky at midnight there is no sign of where stars end and ocean begins I leapt too high