Most recently published stories in Poets.
what do you want me to say? my anxiety gets me like chew me and spits me back out some say i’m distant don’t know what i’m about
By jas .8 years ago in Poets
I have scars on the outside—you know— ones that lie on the skin, ones that come from enduring physical attacks: like when I fell off of my bike
By Hannah Easop8 years ago in Poets
When I was just a little girl, I used to think "I wish I were a boy, so that I could kiss girls." I didn't realize that it made me different, but I never told anyone.
By Jordyn Carter8 years ago in Poets
I never asked for you to hurt me. I never asked for you to throw my name around like trash so that everyone knew that I was vulnerable to your words.
By Sydney Davis8 years ago in Poets
Dear, you, Heartbreaker, silent leaver, Soul sucker, life taker You know who you are, You know why I write to you, Not for you,
By Steph Sinclair8 years ago in Poets
When I look out the window I see you play You grow bigger Each and every day I remember when you were smaller Not very big at all
By Sadie Dalton8 years ago in Poets
Dear daddy, For 13 years of my life, you were there. For 13 years of my life, you were the man I went to for smiles, laughs, and giggles.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet8 years ago in Poets
Look at me like a piece of artwork Look at the fine outer lines of my figure The bold colors of my background The way my body is angled
By Shaelyn Terry8 years ago in Poets
Rock Bottom has a basement with a foundation leak. I drown in the water. The things I own, now own me. I can’t see the floor or the walls.
By Amanda Zylstra8 years ago in Poets
Just like a star experiencing a supernova, when I self destruct- when the entirety of my being collapses- when the darkness swallows me-
I can see it when you speak. The words crawl out your mouth Like a spider. Slowly and carefully. You make sure to know the words
By Mary Louise8 years ago in Poets
"I don't want to be alone, mom." That's what you should say. It's what you could say. It's what you would say if your mouth formed the syllables. If your tongue felt your mind and its thoughts how it should. If you could not look at her for long enough. If she could just see your body soaking and melting into the mattress like when you butter bread that's just gotten out of the oven; then she would know
By alexa p8 years ago in Poets
