five things you can touch

Mending

by Kristin Camitta Zimet You’ve cut out a hole. You can’t know,as the dog can’t guess where you wenton the other side of the back doorfor four days, though you almost think he must, because he… Read More »Mending

Sugar Crash

by Ananya Sahoo TW: Sexual Abuse I. I don’t check under the bed anymore. Did you know evil looked human,And ate dinner at your table? One hand on the cutlery, another on my frill clad thigh,Is this why… Read More »Sugar Crash

Grounding

Grounding Ananya Sahoo I. “Beds are meant to be woken up from, Not misused as a sanctuary.” Sunlight slices through my windowtill my eyes smart.My pillow smells like dandelions in a faraway mystical land. Just five more minutes… Read More »Grounding