July 29. It’s been six weeks since I found out I had the newest strain of the “bird flu.” My doctor told me to quarantine and have my meals and supplies delivered. I know a lot of other people who’ve had to do the same. Mom and dad are safe at home. My sister, who travels a lot for work, decided she would stay home with the kids until this whole thing passes. But then her husband got sick and now ...

“Less Than Human”

Again, your shadow finds me—

A whisper on my skin,

Heartbeat pulsing with anticipation ,

You enter, and I vanish within.

You come wrapped in comfort,

Laced with lies I’ve heard before:

“Just once,” you say,

As if that won’t open every door.

You trick my brain with borrowed focus,

My heart with counterfeit peace.

The static quiets,

The ache and holes beneath

starts to fill and...

I’ve noticed blood dripping from my fingertips on a daily basis. I can see it move through my body, towards my fingers, out from under my fingernails and onto the floor. There’s a pool of blood neext to my bed as it drips from my hand as I hang it off the bed. There’s no pain with this. But each time, and for the past week, I’ve noticed my blood slightly changing coolor. It’s now a darker hu...

The raindrops fell upon the darkened window of Vincent’s writing room. Vincent, an old Venetian man slouched in his creaky wooden chair. His desk, a handcrafted masterpiece from his nephew, is starting to show damage. He had not cared for it much, why would he? His poem is what he needs to focus on! He had spent so much time locked in his writing room trying to perfect it! He could never get it ri...

Once upon a childhood scream,

Where darkness blurs with reality.

The beginning felt like only a bad dream,

My heart is cracked and dirty,

As I fall with broken wings.

The voices in my head attack,

Slowly taking over me.

I shut my eyes wide open,

Hoping to not see a thing!

Trapped inside the shade,

I lay in wait,

Haunted by what tomorrow may bring?

As anxiety and depression creep,

Through my...

I don’t think I’m human anymore. Well, not in the way I used to be. Something’s changed inside and I can’t figure out what it is. Like something quieter has taken root in me not wanting to let go. I know it’s not skin, blood, or even a breath — it’s something we’re not used to.

I move through the shackles in my mind like fog, a voice without sound. It’s not easy. The chains are getting trapped i...

our time is

tick

tick

tick

ticking away

and yet i seem to

be frozen in time.

instead of the blood

that flows through your

veins

i have bees

drip

drip

drip

dripping through mine

and whispering in

my ears

and vines choke

me out

and flowers bloom

within my lungs

and roots twist

around my stomach

while you are

only

human

i am something

of the foliage

and nothing of

the species i

should be...

l lay in my bed allowing my thaughts consume me. I glance ait my glowing digitas Clock. It reads 4:32 Am. My eyes shift back Into a comfortable spot, locked to stare at my bedroom ceiling. As i lay there l can feel the fibers of my own skin bonding and melting into my cold bed sheets. I'm like a decomposing rotting, dead body. Utterly motionless and lifeless . I sink deeper and deeper into my stif...

Roots hold a tree in place ,they branch underneath them , connecting where leaves can only dream off . They give you energy.

Not me . I am not a tree , why do i

have them ? They twist and tangle me , wrapping round me , choking me .

I am scared ….....

It was...Peculiar.

Every passing moment felt distant.

Every beloved memory felt forgotton.

Every feeling felt unfamiliar.

Everyone seemed new...

And all saw disgust towards him.

A simple glance at his own hands set disturbance upon him. It was as if he were looking at anothers' palms. Once full of visible life and prosperity, now engulfed in independent desires. It perplexed the man. The limb he...