Father by Ian BaileyMar 41 min readThese cutsWere like hickeysLove marksAcross my body They made constellationsThe scars you gave meBecame the sky you promised
These cutsWere like hickeysLove marksAcross my body They made constellationsThe scars you gave meBecame the sky you promised
Wild Kids by Sofia Steinberg-CrespoThe kids were sat down and told what to think. Their colourful minds turned to black ink. They were told what to write. And told what to...
Who Knew by Sofia Steinberg-Crespoviolent content ahead: reader discretion advised Who knew I could be so scared of myself? I run from the shadow of who I was and yet it’s...
To Dawn by Ian BaileyThe PTSD, he Heads like a herald To dawn his new clothes In the iridescence Of a pit Edged into me Like a hook Caught in the gills Of a...