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By: Madison Reid Continue reading About Today
By: Madison Reid Continue reading About Today
By: May Hong Content Warning You remember calling him Watermelon Head when he got a bad haircut in the second grade. Him scribbling your Chinese name on a piece of scrap paper and you vigorously crossing it out, silent-giggling until you were both kicked out of the classroom. Smoking your first cigarettes together at 13, behind the 7-Eleven where you threw up and … Continue reading When Boys Do This
By: May Hong 1 My first perfume was Kenzo’s Flower, the one in the waveringly thin bottle with a single red poppy printed on top. I was 12, and had discovered it in my mother’s makeup drawer. I remember rubbing it between my wrists and then behind my ears, like I had seen Audrey do in the movies. I looked at myself in the … Continue reading Watch Me Watch You
By: Holly Yates Content Warning I bend my arms up and inject the needle into my right pupil life is so much fun when every breath tastes of bleach does god laugh at my unmistakable, beautiful insanity as I’m hands deep in this little make-shift lobotomy? I know they’re all on the stakes again, too many saviors standing over bodies and I can’t feel where … Continue reading Peroxide Brain
By: Casey Chiang I heard him storming up the stairs in a clamor, the shrill clap of the bathroom door thundering through the walls. The sound resonated throughout my body and came to rest in the center of my constricting chest, suddenly heavy with the weight of worry and wariness. The urge to follow him was there, but the trail he left in his … Continue reading In Case
By: Hannah Kahn When you leave me, I will try to remember your face in pieces. I can only hope it will elude me in its entirety, At least translucent im my viscous memory, A vision of your visage dipped in sweet, sweet honey. But I’m sure certain parts will come back to me: The corners of your raspberry lips dripping with golden laughter, … Continue reading Honey
By: Aberdeen Bird I don’t remember when I started writing “God” with lowercase g Continue reading g
By: Aberdeen Bird They told me not to step on thistles but proceeded to say that we have something in common because they, too, have Scottish veins. I wish they’d take care to not step on me, either. Not from fear of being squished, but fear of impaling soft, uncalloused soles that never wander down gravel roads, barefoot in July. I always took … Continue reading Christopher and Ginny
By: Madison Reid This week I began to fill out my taxes for the first time and had to check a box to affirm that I am, in fact, not dead. That I am me, not a loved one tying up loose ends. Unfinished business, it seems, isn’t reserved for superheroes and wronged lovers; I know the same hands that knead the bread I eat … Continue reading I’ll Always Do the Small Things, For You