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 into the darkness in a parked car on a Thursday night. We are the hungry girls and our hearts are slowing down. Our overwhelming lust […]
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 my window screaming to me that I am being vulnerable, aren’t I crazy? But no, This tenderness, my fingers wrapping around your body like tendrils […]