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Back Issues by: Jonathan Nichols
TW: Abuse When I was a kid, I remember learning to say my complete address as if it were one word. I repeated it often, sometimes in my head;
The Valley by: Saira Ramos
T.W: reference to abuse In her dreams he would taunt her, older in this world but still the same gentle face that watched her as she cradled him in her
May We Meet Again (I’m ready to be hurt) by Jennifer Bui
may we meet again (i’m ready to be hurt)By: Jennifer Bui and so i stood in dante’s flames; heart on silver, and soul on lead. i drowned in death from
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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