Smile, Beautiful
In the morning i put on my war paint. I draw lines beneath my eyes with charcoal, Made of broken bones, cooked above a fire. Infused with the screams of the dead, The screams of my mother as she said no, The screams of my sisters as they fled. I…
Time to Go to Bed
Time to Go to Bed by Lauren Hemphill (quick morning warm-up) It’s time to go to bed. I hear the words in my head, Echoing, spiraling, devouring my dread— Or devoured by it? Who can tell, The lines are blurred, the ringing bell Of the match’s end sings loudly as…
How to Love the Perfect Husband
Coffee with a splash of milk is the only way to drink it. It works better if you’re lactose intolerant. Bonus points if your stomach can’t handle coffee. It’s comforting at first. Warm, delicious. Everything is normal. You have no suspicions. It takes some time for…
To the Picture of a Foggy Forest Above My Bed
Lauren Hemphill To the Picture of a Foggy Forest Above My Bed I wish to get lost in you forever, To lie beneath your branches and stare into the sky Until the darkness inside of me, it never wants to die. I wish to get lost in…