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...
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Now by MYRYN VILLAFLOR the miles are simply longer than the lifetime of a bird, my days are measured to solitary nights, I confine. Those laughs we laughed; those tears we have not...
Chance by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON Can you hear it? The sound most strident; In a melody, in your head, that is to and from. Bursting at the seams like the ocean, I figure: let life go on. Find...