“Self-Portrait as Sparrows and Blood” by Mia Ayumi Malhotra

For the price of a tooth, you can buy two from the boy with no legs. One to keep, the Continue reading →

Blackbird

The day it rained blackbirds, the sun creased its stomach into a raisin and found its way into your esophagus. Continue reading →

For a Fellow Beast

To you, with the voice like branches, crisp throat and bird-tongued: isolation took you nowhere except sprouted limbs in the Continue reading →

Persephone

Your first battle cry was surrender, a realization that peeled skin from sun and shriveled the earth like rotting figs. Continue reading →

Blue

We are two feet deep in November and I am waiting for my breath to arrange flowering tresses out of Continue reading →

Confessions (Late Night Ramblings)

“Sometimes the darkest nights give rise to the brightest mornings.”

Some Things Cannot Be Said Over Text

hey (I miss you. It’s been too long since I’ve last heard from you and I know this sounds a Continue reading →

This is Us

This is us. Heads half full of wildflowers and misery. Dreamers who were born with pens clutched between ink-stained lips Continue reading →