By Lindsay Bell
help me choke
on the shame of it all
please
fill the space
between these teeth
with prying hands
and coerce these lips
to bring your grace
i am the siren
are are my muse
this place in my heart
is reserved for you
By Lindsay Bell
Sunday morning
We wake to the birds chirping an
Overture to honesty,
A night spent with
Thumbs tracing,
By Kylie Kinsella
Photo by Volkan Olmez
You can’t believe that this could happen.
You can’t believe it’s been going on for so long.
You can’t believe the evil lurking behind the silver screen.
You’re disgusted and shocked and telling everyone you’re appalled.
But I recall a time when you didn’t believe the ones you claimed to know,
to trust,
to love.
You didn’t believe that this happened.
You didn’t believe they’d been doing it for so long.
You didn’t believe the evil lurking in your circle.
Maybe you forgot, but I assure you
we remember.
By Kelcie McKenney
Photo by Felipe Luiz
I’m trying to remember all of the bad things
So my heart stops hurting so damn much
The absence of you left this big gaping hole
A hole that keeps sucking, sucking, sucking parts of me away
Like I’ve misplaced too much of myself and I don’t know how to find it
Like parts of me are lost forever
Will that hole in my chest ever heal?
Or will my heart beat one beat off until the day I die?
Losing you was worse than I thought
By Hope Grey
Photo by Cherry Laithang
I cannot remember the date
Of which I was last raped
I believe I was eight,
When my virtue was at stake
When my soul left its gate
When a serpent took my fate
No, I cannot remember when
But I do remember the sin
I remember the choice that was stolen
And the heart, which remains broken.
Hope Grey
Catcall 