TW: BODY HORROR, SELF HARM, DEPICTIONS OF DEATH Tuesday morning, an hour before I have to show up at work, I wake up in a coffin. It’s dark. Not the claustrophobic kind, but the kind that expands my surroundings, swallows me, leaves me grasping at phantom shapes
The butterflies began to show, began to be remembered, just as you were disappearing from me. I imagine that you were somehow developing in my mind without me ever knowing it, until you were a whole thing without a face, but I could somehow see you. You, a tall man
My Stonewall godmothers were probably rolling in their graves, but I kind of enjoyed being in the closet. I’ve been out since birth, and demanded a Snow White cake for my second birthday. I planned my wedding to Chad, our local lifeguard, at four. After that I had plenty of
Nuisance was a dry wind, a summer’s mosquito hanging on for dear life. Nuisance was a plough loosening earth, a mosquito longing to fill full. Protein, water, ions, gases. Nuisance was life and wastes, another year’s calendar, an almanac forecasting violences. Nuisance was a clinging for life. Dear life: was
The morning of the zoo break began uneventfully. Most exhibits had been fed and watered, and in the centaurs’ case, given their rainbow assortment of pills. The unicorns were napping, the pegasi too, and the sasquatch was attempting to groom itself. And yet, the zoo seemed uncharacteristically empty, for most
by Drew Mindell Cast of Characters PENELOPE LANE: She became sixteen too quickly, and then never quite stopped being sixteen. HUNTER: The villain, the prince, or something in between. LANA: PENELOPE’s live-in girlfriend. Place In and around Penelope Lane. Time Now
by Maya Gelting A five minute play Cast of Characters MINA: Nineteen. JEREMY: Late forties. Setting: A graveyard behind a small, southern church. Gravestones litter the ground, from brand new to
by H. Wagner CHARACTERS CHILD: Innocent and intelligent. Young. If you tell the audience the Brothers Grimm had written her, they shouldn’t be too surprised. WOMAN: Believes she is innocent and intelligent. Older. Somewhere between a 1950s oven advertisement, your mother in law, and the
there’s a quiet rage looped around my neck— i’ve been a cowering dog, snarling at impermanence. at night i hide under lamplight from the three knocks on my wall. i cover my nose to ward off phantom roses—i pierce papers with unforgiving black ink and hope something stays… i wanted
Every day my body wears me and I am worn out by its weight, by its incessant need to be real. I am a girl half-seeing and half-seething, kneading my cheeks, grabbing fistfuls of my back and trying desperately to recall the conversion rate from loose flesh
