top of page

Ouija board by Cheez Wiz

all my free time is spent covering journal pages with our blood that i've drawn. oil and water the way we show up on a page but in the way we each have little bits of the other flurried inside of our hearts, lungs, guts, etc(too prominent and not assimilated enough for people to brush off). Dear Diary, they're miles away but mixed into my bone marrow. Dear Diary, they're crawling out of my sternum without any attempt at bandaging me up

Recent Posts

See All

Wild Kids by Sofia Steinberg-Crespo

The 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-Crespo

violent 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 Bailey

The 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...

© 2024 • THE EIDOLON • WALT WHITMAN HIGH SCHOOL

bottom of page