by Iolana Paedelt love,lightened by fire,only leaves dark red bruises. your lips touch my skin,we burn— fast and bright.half of me turns into ashes,the other half crashes onto silent ground,you let me go,i fall from your handsas you throw me away— glowing cigarette butts on the pavement,ruins of fallen lovers and broken hearts. Iolana Paedelt is a German writer and Read More
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October in California
by Abigail Stewart I. The sky was a lurid orange when Cara awoke. Her television set had turned to static overnight and the alien sun bathed her furniture in a thick ointment of russet light. Somewhere an alarm sounded, relentless and impatient. She rose, ran the water at her kitchen tap. Nothing but a sad trickle, then air. Her mouth Read More