elementia
Starless Planet
By Paiton StithWhen we finally start talking to each other after the fall, huddling on the side of the island where the black-eyed humans can’t hear us, we all tell the same story. A day that started with the sun rising and waking up and going off to whatever it is we do during the day.
Little Red
By Ada HellerLet’s make one thing clear:
there wasn’t a big bad wolf.
Not in my story.
There was no screaming
and running of little girls.
This is an old story;
One where
the structure of power
that had devoured
It Was Ricky
By Anna Schmeermomma momma momma
it was ricky it was ricky
momma don’t believe that it was ricky who done it
she thinks i killed him
momma momma momma
don’t call the fuzz
it was ricky it was ricky
carpet girl
By Yasi Farahmandniain this town
words hold hostages
not meaning.
if i cry i will
bleed, and i will
lose,
integrity and i will
rip apart the frontdrop that has
made my portraits pretty
for (maybe) minutes on end.