Dig

TW: Mention of blood By Kelli Lage I dig out parts of you I don’t need any more / parts made up of your eye color and flint they mixed with / and the day your lip was bloodied by demons of your own making / still you hunt for glory in my dreamland /Continue reading “Dig”

Weathering Her Storm

By Bethan Rees Her hair is loose around her shoulders. Unbrushed and unblushed, she is new. * She hugs herself, squeezing tears from her chest and arms. She steps through the puddle of herself, kneels and cries into the reflection. * Through the cracks in the pavement water nourishes earth below the foundations. * NothingContinue reading “Weathering Her Storm”