i facetimed you at 3am because i couldn’t sleep and you’re the only one that knows about my ptsd. you answered, looking beautiful as...

i. I haven’t forgotten, though it does slip through my fingers, thick mist (then my last directed sense of determination missed,...

The problem of desire is that I know it too well. Desire seems to always speak to me just right, just good enough to convince me -- to...

In the beginning, there was nothing. And then, like a spark in the dark, there was everything and we called it God. In an instant,...

My thoughts are slipping between my teeth, I never got braces, so I have this irregular bite- When I drag my mouth across yours you tell...

Wrap me in your essence Jasmine Torres is a literature and writing student at University of California San Diego. It gives her great joy...

A Doctor’s Note for L Please excuse L from life for the next _____ days L has been experiencing feelings of: o crushing sadness o...

Reliquary My severed bones can be found on eBay My torn ligaments and pieces of the heart you broke My body has become food for relics...

I'm surprised you're still here - I thought you wouldn't have even stayed for dinner. But then you were always one For the afters, a fan...

I spent my childhood, unassuming. The activities in which I participated began as a means of escape from living in a strict household;...

prism the canvas blinds with radiant emptiness when the heart is a prism; pink floods, harmonic rushes of blood and a beat she feels in...

Tumeric Maya Elena Jackson is a female author and musician hailing from the Sonoran Desert. Her writing has most recently appeared in the...

pulchritudinous i’ve not let my big toe touch the sun-kissed concrete – once, i told a girl who loved another girl i loved her. i learned...

i never dreamt of touching you but there you were naked. eyes wandering, traveling, imagining seeing me too. your mouth hanging open,...

On any given day I could scroll through Instagram and see a plethora of pictures of skinny, happy white girls. Instagram has not always...

My queer awakening happened when I was in 8th grade, after watching Katy Perry’s sensationalized hit “I Kissed a Girl.” With its sensual,...

A Witch Sees the Future Lavender Tattoo The sky has never been so blue Even through glass that has seen more pollen Than it has seen...

Whether we’re aching over a godawful outcome, the end of a relationship, or lost opportunity, grief comes in different molds. It’s...

Malignant growths are unmanageable,  it cracks below the surface and my hands spiral out of control we’ll fill in the flaws with silence....

When I was a teenager, I was groomed and eventually abused for years by an adult man. When I met him, I was at a time in my life that had...