by Hayden Oh Late is the night when I hear sirens. Compelling cries that blare are sirens. Vinyls on loop are eternal songs tethered to …

by Jamie Jung She longs for me with everything that is not there. Her fingers inches away from painting my face, a work of art …

by Emma Brignall I used to be beautiful. Everyone told me so, including my sisters; we were all gorgeous. When people saw me they stopped …

Anonymous It’s always her head that you see first. Mirage of the sea, varnished by the eternity of lapping waves. Tendrils trail behind her bloated …

by Gracie Moore The sky has fallen and shattered into a sea of manmade stars. The cities lie splayed out and bleeding light. A million …