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[mortalpractice]

stop looking at me like that, like you want me to hit you, or kick you, or bite your lip until it bleeds

Lucy Wainger, from “Varsity,” published in Textploit

[ohconstellate]

He scowls when salt spills over dawn and nobody tells him to smile instead. He likes hips like a question, like clean-gutted fish, like a cherry mouth.

Rona Wang, “spilling,” published in Textploit

[ohconstellate]

When you start wearing makeup again, you realize you’re vain. When you start holding the door open each evening before your walks, you realize you’re caring. When you start debating with him about abortion and stem cell research and the incontrovertible importance of the serial comma in achieving clarity, you realize you’re strong. When you start hoping for the future, you realize you’re weak. When the sun shines brighter and the time passes faster, you realize you’re foolish. When you stop surviving and start living, you realize you’re in too deep.

Elaine Tang, “Ashes Where a House Should Stand,” published in Textploit

[myribcagesymphony]

New Piece Published!

My poem “Photograph feels like Remembering” was published this month in TEXTPLOIT’s online magazine. You can check it out and leave a comment here.

Thank you <3

Much love and healing xx