elementia
What Do the Interrogators Expect
By Becky PedaAnd how are we supposed to get out of this,
after our hope has been washed out and dried,
and the fevers stay burning our foreheads and skulls,
not even cooled by the tears that we’ve cried.
Pure Love Stricken Ballroom
By Becky Pedathrough the blistering cold she falls to her feet
to land in the warmth of your touch
her glass slippers give way to the dancing
but the scent of your voice is too much
the chandeliers hang from the ceiling
the cocktails overflowing with pride
slate blue moment, excerpt
By Brooke ShippeeWinter is a soft,
cruel sea of acid,
swirling and churning
into a
slate
blue
moment.
Bitter is Perfect
By Brooke ShippeeBitter is the sound of hearing rejection
two weeks before the Prom,
of hearing you’ll expire within months,
of hearing the sickening squeal of tires beneath the floorboards
in your car.