By Corey A.D. -- Bulldagger, staring daggers, at the sludge upon the ground. Her lez has their legs covered in it's slurry. The dirt...

By Pleco Philodendron -- I hear her when she’s lurking, an anklet And toe rings, and I smell it in her hair— The ring around the toilet...

By Julia Rose Maseda -- His hands hold me like they are the sharpest of knives, Painful. Enduring the pressure I bear with each breath I...