by Paige Conley The edge of popping the pimple, even though the dermatologist said not to touch my acne Wait it out. Wait everything out. It will get better is what they tell me. The edge of “hitting you with my car in the school parking lot.” The edge of “do I pretend I need … Continue reading
by Paige Conley From the December 2015 Issue She can’t be your friend. It’s just the way it is. She’s not a girl. She’s not your salvation. She’s nothing. Her feet aren’t cold because her heart is. Her lips are red because his flesh was. Her love is not lasting because her age is everlasting. … Continue reading
by Paige Conley From the October 2015 Issue I buried you. I buried an empty casket. Your body rained down lumps of flesh splashing into the sea eaten by sharks. You did it. If I say I’m not crazy, Well that hardly helps my case. From the middle of my forehead through the left side … Continue reading
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