Prose
Excerpt II
excerpt 4/27/24 Have I told you that you are the warmest womb to ever have revived me? The doctors won’t listen. I visit her daily until I can’t anymore. She understands, tells me I’m the only one who makes her feel guarded, and I have never thought of guarded in the sense of secure, only closed. My dear friend lies still in her cotton consummation, destined to blight the waters with blood, and I fear I am the only one who knows how to help– Would you really stoop to such a rotten sense of delusion? On what pedestal must you stand to enlighten a child–
By Olivia Dodge2 years ago in Poets
Lover from Long Past
Lover from long past, how are you doing now I wonder? Does your long hair still brush the chair when you sit down? Do you still have the same laugh as I remembered from high school? Have you... got married... and have a soulmate and sweet children to put a smile onto your face every hour of the day?
By Jerry Liang2 years ago in Poets
Fragile. Top Story - September 2024.
Fragile is the glass-craft heart. So easily shattered upon the ceaseless sands of broken dreams. In your hand you once did hold, a power most obscene. And yet you did, with knowing force, upon the ground it shatter. Did not you once think, in your wildest revery, that your own dear self might be cut?
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Poets
