Oxidization

I need to feel bad, It’s been so long, long enough That time has started the process Of oxidizing my heart Rusting it through and through Spreading a poison of guilt and self-hatred From my aorta to my brain. “Should I go downstairs and apologize?” Running running running “I’m a Read more

Rebecca Charlotte

Rebecca Charlotte is a recent graduate of Westfield State University, a small liberal arts school in New England, where she majored in English with a concentration in literature. Currently, she works at two libraries. By day, Rebecca is a nerdy librarian, by night she is a nerdy librarian who devours books and superhero shows. Her work has appeared in BUST, elephant journal, Her Campus, and will be included in the upcoming issue of Doll Hospital Journal.

My Heart Tastes like Chicken

I gave you my heart, ripped it from my chest where it lay comfortably nestled between lily white rib bones and family dinners in front of the television. You picked it up daintily between your fingers as if it weren’t alive, as if it weren’t throbbing madly, as if it Read more

Lela Casey

Lela Casey grew up on magic and get-rich-schemes. She learned from a very early age that nothing is as it seems, and behind every facade lies a portal to places unknown. When not seeking out rabbit holes or chasing after her three little imps, she spends her time writing about deep thoughts and big adventures. You can find her writing on kveller.com, themid.com, brainchildmag.com, and jkidphilly.com.