December, the last of them all A bleak, dead finale To the year’s stagnant drawl Gray snow in the alley Summer hope has disappeared Replaced by winter’s grip It’s what I’ve always feared Chapped, bleeding hands Winter’s cruel demand Numb toes, long nights,...
A frail magpie at the bottom of the cage. our hidden affliction building like blood clots. Lured from your cologne, I wonder what it’s like to be the limp bird. To be maimed, my kinked wing against the concrete, yours for the taking, still— Annie Murphy is an...
Getting so frustrated Trying to stay afloat Silently being the one Who doesn’t understand Fooling the teacher Will have to do But the class is moving On without you Nicholas Everett Chasler is from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania double majoring in psychology and...
Evergreen traps my nostrils, fumigating my sense of smell, forever lingering within. The needles, tickle the air, my face, my nose, as I walk through the towering woods. The bark is aged; rugged and degenerate peeling here and there will be no more....
To your 260 pound body, On top of my 90. Icicle Fingers leave burns, Like that of dry ice. -109°F Against my 98.6°F. Mouth Ajar, door knob locked. Paralysis knows best Against my underdeveloped Breasts. Salty sweat drips on my trembling thighs....