It was just redBy Gaby Kill
"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never one beautiful, it was just red." - Kait Rokowski
I wanna make poetry out of the way the boy who was my first grade best friend
Your Opposite Reactions are Far Beyond AttractiveBy Becky Peda
Regretful murder suicides
Or better yet, just suicides.
Acting as if you knew all about it,
You’re helping a lot,
Really, you’re not.
Death Box Machine: The CheaterBy Andrew Christie
One vision, that is all it took to know how it all ends. That was the idea behind the product 32F, nicknamed the Death Box. There were 380 of us, we were the test subjects who willingly volunteered for the test. Truthfully, I was just in it for the money.
City in the RiverBy Jacob Cone
The lights of the city shine brighter than any star.
a cool breeze cuts through the humid night air.
the sidewalk is cracked by too many steps in everyone’s one-thousand-mile journey.
Brick and concrete towers fly high into the sky, close enough to reach the stars.