You see
her apricot shoulders
dressed with auburn wisps
that —drift—- drift
like feathers into the clouds above.
Hovering over your
hungry stares,
delighted,
she parts her plum, puckered lips
to free a stirring sigh
that breaks your body
and blurs your mind.
She
is the most heavenly dessert
you will never
taste.
“The Voyeurs” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Alicia Ortiz
A necrotized
claw has sprouted from the
neck of my favorite lace gown.
At first, it was a pool
of strawberry syrup
as bright and red
as a freshly skinned knee–
And then,
under the hanging tangerine fog of a Sunday afternoon,
it melted upward
into a
nagging,
sickled flower
of bloodless quiet
anticipating its reflection
in me.
“The Grim” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Sarah Cruce
Anxiety is love’s greatest killer.
It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you;
you want to save him,
but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
-Anais Nin
Artwork by Daria H
http://society6.com/daria_h/Grace-NPl
eloquently espousing elitisms
suffocating pseudo sophistication
without effort
always at ease
slim and strong
slithering squeeze
round
around
immobilizing mild mannered mouthes
comfortably composed
enraging the unwillingly exposed
“Slither and Squeeze” by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by Oscar Gallegos
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