Seven

by Sarah Satterlee Seven Like the cinematic undead she turns, fists white and closed; two night blossoms, each narrowed eye an animal mouth. The first time I saw her she was slick and limp a blue stone pulled from an ocean, fluorescent light caught in her mineral skin, dead heavy …

Floating

by Shereen Asha Murugayah Floating To slice this smoothest of jellies like the soft sword you are, you first learn to float, the true conscious uncoupling: Your mind screaming that you’re drowning, your body knowing you will rise and Physics in the corner buffing her nails like Dude, seriously? – – …

Aly and Tom

By Rain Gregorio Aly and Tom Sometimes, it crosses my mind, how Aly and Tom split. None of us expected eternal love or air-brushed pictures coupled with ornate wedding invitations and promises, but it ruined our Thanksgiving (the meat was dry anyway) when she dragged him into another room, and …