Prelude: I’ve had the rending grief, chopped-off hair, bloody scratches. Nausea, insomnia. Yes. I have visited that forest. This one is silent. 1. Grief is a young… Read more “Silent Forest – by Rachael Ikins”
Tag: loss
A soft closing of words – Candice Louisa Daquin
When you are younger, everything is a challenge I will not let them break me / I will fight back / I will survive! as you… Read more “A soft closing of words – Candice Louisa Daquin”
Preyed
Whispers penetrate flesh walls, secrets resound like a melody within the temple of mind. A church choir of boys sing Latin, a tongue they never understood,… Read more “Preyed”
Trajectory – Candice Louisa Daquin
Time only haunts you once hardened in amber the fly immortal a draft to whisk away sorrow, in our lives we sleep on our hope for to… Read more “Trajectory – Candice Louisa Daquin”
Lunacy – Aurora Phoenix
your skin should be alabaster encapsulating the moon’s shimmering aloof luminescence as it does. in your absence musty tatters of scorched indigo shroud forlorn luna. … Read more “Lunacy – Aurora Phoenix”
Too Many To Count – Kristiana Reed
3 weeks – she nestles deep into her mother, into her past and future. 5 weeks – she swims tail fluttering in the amniotic wind.… Read more “Too Many To Count – Kristiana Reed”
letters for a certain nobody. #2- Ra’ahe Khayat
i miss the way your heart used to fuck mine in the middle of a crowd, as everyone looked over at us, without ever seeing how fast… Read more “letters for a certain nobody. #2- Ra’ahe Khayat”
Offshoots- Kristen Wood
My 9-year old daughter is shaking, unable to sleep. Panic overtakes her. I clasp her hands and remind her to focus on what’s real, repeating breathe breathe… Read more “Offshoots- Kristen Wood”
for the things i never ask.- Ra’ahe Khayat
i would’ve rather asked you how many names you’ve scribbled on the back of your hands with needles, and how many of them you’ve stricken out when… Read more “for the things i never ask.- Ra’ahe Khayat”
the things that find sound in the quiet.- Ra’ahe Khayat
we are used to finding closure in the way the years come closer to us, on those drugged out nights when all i can ever truly miss… Read more “the things that find sound in the quiet.- Ra’ahe Khayat”
