My dorm room has posters and sparkling lights and fresh flowers from a boy that I don't like anymore. They're

carefully arranged like my life these days.

The ocean breeze from beyond the city cools the room at night.

Music is playing, by a popstar I'm a little jealous of,

and the light from the computer makes my skin look a little paler,

a little more fragile.

The crystals from my experiments in s...

The first thing South learned after death was that she had been wrong—about almost everything—her entire life. Her enemies would love this.

At first, after death, she had drifted through a realm of silence. It was an endless darkness where neither pain nor fear could reach her. It was as if she were suspended between two worlds, one foot still tethered to the past while the other was being pulled...

The first high I ever experienced was three weeks ago. Apollo had gotten us some LSD. He didn’t prepare me for what I saw- the intersection of my thoughts with my reality. I felt that the visions were ribbons of color guiding me towards some destiny. When I didn’t know what to think, I reminded myself that my thoughts were my own- for my own enjoyment, my responsibility- only to feel violating jud...

In my origin universe, there’s no such thing as the Department of Children and Families. People abandon their children at places like the grocery store, and the children just live on the streets and make it work. When my dad hurt us, there were still ways to fight back. But eventually my mom had nothing left to give. 

It was late one night. Raining. Cold. I was five. My mom had said everything wa...

They said it wouldn’t work out. That it wasn’t right.

But she has soft hands as she grips mine,

Full lips I’m a little jealous of,

And big eyes with shimmering shadow and liner.

Her thoughts tumble out of her mouth without prior judgement

And I know we’re going to be close when she laughs at my joke and leaps away to go swimming, ushering me into the lapping waves with her and her hot pink bikin...