The sun set, my skin burnt red, the beetles had gone from my brain. A porch light turns […]
Author: Erica Phelps
When I was fifteen, I fell in love with a girl.
“For someone so quiet, you seem to have a lot to say.”
I felt it next to me.
By Erica PhelpsEditor: Alloe Mak Here I find my mindstolen from sleep and kept inmurmuring voicesand rooms full […]
Writer: Erica Phelps Editors: Amy Li and Alloe Mak I sit here with you on the grass, making […]
Erica PhelpsEditor: Alloe Mak Have you ever found yourselfnestled between horizon and sun,thinking: I could sit here for […]
I have this dream. I am lying on the floor of my bedroom, my mind smooth, clear and […]
Someone keeps sewing my mouth shutwith stitches that match my skin. My nights are haunted by dreamswhere a […]
Oh, how I love the soundthat waves make in winter.A deep breath—a quiet roar,frozen in the depths of […]
The Gravers arrived every November. When the vibrant mosaics of October turned into stale and scattered browns; when […]
I cannot shake the feeling that someone is watching me. It is half past midnight, and my window […]
This beautiful plea knows the bounds of this page. The blood that you gave me that flows Through […]
In my room I wait, hopeful eyes turned up to a hopeless abyss. I sit at my window, […]
Ophelia of the lonely lake, can you hear me as I do you? You are in my mind, […]
I knew I was undead when I looked in the mirror and saw that my skin was bare. […]