Wounds by Sheereen Fatima

There are shadows haunting my dream. The blood drips laced in ice. The fire within, a trembling leaf, I coil in my shell away from the light in the tumultuous sea. It rains horror and acid burning my parched skin. There are unhealed wounds with little lives taking their origin. I am broken, wounded, barren,…

Pressure by Bogdan Dragos

she slept with a small, thin Batman plushie between her breasts and often woke up with it soaked in sweat The poor Batman looked diseased, crushed, and suicidal. Clearly he was facing a villain he could not hope to defeat It was the dreams that made her sweat so There was much pressure in her…