Honor Song For James M. Swan by MELISSA FRY BEASLEY You think This Is civilization This Is only Architecture Society Built on lies Destined to crumble Falling from sky Ash like...
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Sycophant by MELISSA FRY BEASLEY We are all broken bits left over from some end, doorways leading to empty rooms. We run while we wait for something to move, everyday a barter of quench and...
Broken Chains by MELODY WISK Abstract portrait of humanity, smiling enigma that walks in shadows. When you take my hand, does the lack of warmth make you shiver? Unexplained fear grips your...