My rings clink against my glass,pink-tinted and cool to the touch.I’m sipping honey, whiskey, and apple cider, cross-legged on the carpet, glancing around with an

My finger stretches out, wrapped in my grandfather’s gold. I see it, my pause button just out of reach like an unforgiving mirage. It doubles

The morning comes slower now.Rain smacks against the blinded shade,bladed night, a moon-glint catches your eye and stops it from falling.You can only look straight

I’ve seen this campus through all its seasons; I’ve trudged up its hills while bracing against the freezing wind, heard the spring snow crumple weightlessly

7:53 a.m.the stairs winceas our soles trampledown the gray, faded carpet. we are in a rush, as always—no time for scattered fragments ofsun and light

I bought my first button up shirt at 18, alone and with my own money, finishing off the last of my first paycheck. This was

i am haunted by sticky memories.  churning through an obsessed mind, they swirl into one another, clinging to the sides like forgotten socks in the

a father leaves his sonwith the words‘i’ll be right back’as his frame turns intoshadowsthat empty out of thefront door.he chooses‘i’ll be right back,’because‘there is a

Content Warning: Mentions of Mental Health 1 – flashbacks It was a Saturdayand things didn’t feel wrong at first,they felt wrong later,and I didn’t tell

Burning and clammyI wake up to my ears oozingFluid of infectionYellowing the pillowcaseLike stray dogs marking territories I learned about hindsight bias in psychI know

the first time I ate alone I cried.someone told me to eat in front of a mirror,but when I’ve mirrored everyone my whole life,I’m not

The Times tells me the Kremlin is closer to Kyiv. Look!  The oligarchs who sailed their boats away from Britain because Kyiv is in vogue.