Siren Song

I remember my first voyage into the eye of a storm.

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artwork by elesq

It began as an inbred curiosity, the sort of thing you repress until it feels like if you don’t venture out, you might as well shrivel into nothing. I untied myself from the dock, and let the waves carry me out to where I thought I might be meant to be.

I could taste the purple storm building on the horizon with familiar bitterness, clouding around me until I was roped into an inevitable disaster. Continue reading “Siren Song”

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Before Him

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artwork by Dahui Wang

Date a boy who doesn’t love you.

Date a boy whose eyes hold the stars and the moon, a boy whose hands are warm because they hold the sun. Date a boy who looks through you, searching something else in the crowd. Date a boy who makes you realize your own inconsequence, a boy who takes and takes until you are left with nothing but dusty text messages that once made your world spin. Date a boy whom you love, but doesn’t love you back.

Date a boy whom you don’t love. Continue reading “Before Him”

Artemis

She smelled of flowers and sweat and she was beautiful. Her jaw was hard set and locked in determination. Her eyes were wide with wonder, because the moon lived inside of them, and the stars caught fire in her palms. She was quiet but her silence was fierce, crackling like the dying embers under a pitch black sky. Her words churned your soul like the angry sea during a purple storm, threatening to engulf you- nothing but a small vessel- into darkness. Her glare stroke fear into the hearts of grown men and passion in young women. She was a nebula disguised as one of us, and nothing gave her away except one thing-

her thirst to be more.