How to Kill Yourself Slowly
Self-Portrait, Thomas Vause When you wake up, you will weigh yourself one, two, three times for safe measure. 95.0 lbs, 94.6 lbs, 94.8 lbs. Fat, fat, obnoxiously fat. You will poke at your cheeks where they are…
Month: November 2018
Albatross Alone
Untitled, Elise Ketch Some would say you’d get lonely out in the big darkness with not a soul on board except for the empty husks of the dead. Marty Corpus would say that they’d be wrong. Of course, though,…
I Miss You Most
Self-Hatred, Logan Sullivan when I put the last dish in the drainer, when I light a candle and set it on the coffee table, when I merge onto the freeway. I want to share that quiet, a…
Two Years and Two Months
Beauty After the Storm, Rae Clickenbeard The clock on the stove blinks 12:00a.m., but I know that it’s actually 4:52p.m. I’ve been meaning to reset the clock since the electricity was shut off temporarily a month ago. “Put…