Painting by Alexa Springman
Painting by Alexa Springman
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Stains
Stains
by Mia Avenoso
by Mia Avenoso
Washing away the stain embedded in my clothes
Washing away the stain embedded in my clothes
Scrubbing back and forth until the past is relieved
Scrubbing back and forth until the past is relieved
But the imprint you laid in my heart cannot be ripped like a band aid
But the imprint you laid in my heart cannot be ripped like a band aid
It is tattooed on me to show the disaster orchestrated by your symphony
It is tattooed on me to show the disaster orchestrated by your symphony
Scrubbing back and forth until the past is relieved
Scrubbing back and forth until the past is relieved
The band aid is falling off of me revealing the blood that lay beneath
The band aid is falling off of me revealing the blood that lay beneath
It is tattooed on me to show the disaster orchestrated by your symphony
It is tattooed on me to show the disaster orchestrated by your symphony
Band aids heal what is broken but only conceal the mess which destroys me
Band aids heal what is broken but only conceal the mess which destroys me
The band aid is falling off of me revealing the blood that lay beneath
The band aid is falling off of me revealing the blood that lay beneath
But the imprint you laid in my heart cannot be ripped like a band aid
But the imprint you laid in my heart cannot be ripped like a band aid
Band aids heal what is broken but only conceal the mess which destroys me
Band aids heal what is broken but only conceal the mess which destroys me
Washing away the stain embedded in my clothes
Washing away the stain embedded in my clothes
Photo by Marley Kinsman-D'Augustine
Photo by Marley Kinsman-D'Augustine
There's Something On The Forum About This
There's Something On The Forum About This
by Jacob Magiles
by Jacob Magiles
It’s a creepy old face that’s missing it’s eyes
It’s a creepy old face that’s missing it’s eyes
I hate the things that the look implies
I hate the things that the look implies
I wouldn’t say that it looks deranged
I wouldn’t say that it looks deranged
But you can’t walk away and not feel changed
But you can’t walk away and not feel changed
It’s a big scary dog that they keep inside
It’s a big scary dog that they keep inside
They said he doesn’t bite but I think they lied
They said he doesn’t bite but I think they lied
I took a picture last night in the dark
I took a picture last night in the dark
It was the very first time that I heard it bark
It was the very first time that I heard it bark
It’s an abandoned house with a flickering light
It’s an abandoned house with a flickering light
It only stands out really late at night
It only stands out really late at night
I saw a couple kids go and play on the lawn
I saw a couple kids go and play on the lawn
Imagine my surprise when the kids were gone
Imagine my surprise when the kids were gone
Photo by Kaylie Tanella
Photo by Kaylie Tanella
Sensation Malfunction
Sensation Malfunction
by Gianna Avenoso
by Gianna Avenoso
I’ve memorized the uncontrollable sensation of anxiety;
I’ve memorized the uncontrollable sensation of anxiety;
It’s raging hound dogs stampeding through my bloodstream.
It’s raging hound dogs stampeding through my bloodstream.
It’s the poison of a snake bite driving a man mad.
It’s the poison of a snake bite driving a man mad.
It’s the ever changing tempo of the drum in your chest.
It’s the ever changing tempo of the drum in your chest.
It’s the heartbreak of a part time lover on their off days, but never returning to your false embrace.
It’s the heartbreak of a part time lover on their off days, but never returning to your false embrace.
It’s a constant wrestling match with common sense and emotion in your mind.
It’s a constant wrestling match with common sense and emotion in your mind.
It’s being trapped in an inescapable cage watching life go by.
It’s being trapped in an inescapable cage watching life go by.
It’s a tragic Titanic victim drowning in the arctic waters unable to breathe.
It’s a tragic Titanic victim drowning in the arctic waters unable to breathe.
I’ve memorized the uncontrollable sensation of Expressive Language Delay:
I’ve memorized the uncontrollable sensation of Expressive Language Delay:
It’s a worn down typewriter incapable of keeping up with words.
It’s a worn down typewriter incapable of keeping up with words.
I know the general outline of a sensation malfunction…
I know the general outline of a sensation malfunction…
It’s Expressive Learning Delay and I know it well.
It’s Expressive Learning Delay and I know it well.
Photo by Kaylie Tanella
Photo by Kaylie Tanella
The Torso, where there's love, and where there's light
The Torso, where there's love, and where there's light
by M.R. Polperio
by M.R. Polperio
The torso, where there’s love, and where there’s light.
The torso, where there’s love, and where there’s light.
Luster, seen within the organs of you.
Luster, seen within the organs of you.
When I hold your hips, the future seems bright.
When I hold your hips, the future seems bright.
Your heart, pumping red blood like it’s a fight.
Your heart, pumping red blood like it’s a fight.
It also pumps warmth, like that’s a job too.
It also pumps warmth, like that’s a job too.
The torso, where there’s love and where there’s light.
The torso, where there’s love and where there’s light.
Your arms, tangled around my waist, so tight,
Your arms, tangled around my waist, so tight,
You hold on until the day becomes new,
You hold on until the day becomes new,
When I hold your hips, the future seems bright.
When I hold your hips, the future seems bright.
Your fingers, entwined with mine through the night,
Your fingers, entwined with mine through the night,
My love, I wish you knew my love is true.
My love, I wish you knew my love is true.
The torso, where there’s love and where there’s light.
The torso, where there’s love and where there’s light.
Your womb, bearing joy when the time seems right.
Your womb, bearing joy when the time seems right.
We will create purple, you’re red, I’m blue.
We will create purple, you’re red, I’m blue.
When I hold your hips, the future seems bright.
When I hold your hips, the future seems bright.
Your body soars through my heart like a kite.
Your body soars through my heart like a kite.
Your affection is stuck to me like glue.
Your affection is stuck to me like glue.
The torso, where there’s love and where there’s light
The torso, where there’s love and where there’s light
When I hold your hips, the future seems bright.
When I hold your hips, the future seems bright.
Painting by Alexa Springman
Painting by Alexa Springman
There are ghosts in you
There are ghosts in you
by Jacob Maglies
by Jacob Maglies
It feels like pins and needles,
It feels like pins and needles,
Like TV static in your head,
Like TV static in your head,
My mother warned me to be careful,
My mother warned me to be careful,
Or soon enough I’ll wind up dead.
Or soon enough I’ll wind up dead.
I’m haunted, I am, haunted.
I’m haunted, I am, haunted.
First you feel it in your bones,
First you feel it in your bones,
Then it spreads out to your skin,
Then it spreads out to your skin,
Like it’s just trying to get out,
Like it’s just trying to get out,
Powered only by your sin.
Powered only by your sin.
She’s haunted, she is, haunted.
She’s haunted, she is, haunted.
When it leaves it leaves you empty,
When it leaves it leaves you empty,
Like it was all you had to start,
Like it was all you had to start,
It will leave dust inside your bloodstream,
It will leave dust inside your bloodstream,
And tumors in your heart.
And tumors in your heart.
You’re haunted, you are, haunted.
You’re haunted, you are, haunted.
The Secret Life of Bees
The Secret Life of Bees
by Anthony Gualano
by Anthony Gualano
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