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Across the table, where there stands no mirror I see myself—sitting and staring through my own body Feel the beams of vision pierce through my sternum Pressing into matter that pumps blood through my beating heart Meandering around bones and fibers that carry my being Shooting out of my back, into an unknown corner of […]

I ate a strawberry muffin That was so dense It seemed to fill my shoes With every teething bite Thick and grainy As if to chew on memory foam Chomping and mulling Into paste between my gums I ate a strawberry muffin Plastered with leaves of crimson Skin curled up round edges Slashing the bread […]

Prose Poem Written By Christian J. Ashliman If I had known that day would follow the track that it was destined to, I might have curled up in a tight, little ball, hiding under the thick, woolen blankets that draped my bed—for it was a day lived in the clouds, floated through as I scraped […]

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Poem Written By Christian J. Ashliman Familiar waters gushing between rocks Crashing around every boulder A sound growing in volume To encapsulate a waking nightmare A time when he stalked her Watching her every move A slip, an error The world comes caving in Beneath knuckled fists To live in fear Is to not live […]

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Poem Written By Christian J. Ashliman A warm, dawning glow reflected off my cold, pale skin The morning air stands frigid; frozen to the influence of surrounding life Something stirs within; an opposite of the outside world, warm to the touch It is both familiar, and yet, foreign; wanted, but forbidden It has poisoned my […]