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by Jada Parks
There is someone watching me
They are standing over me while I sleep
Bulging eyes pressed against my eyelids
Eyelashes mingling with my own
I try to catch the voyeur in the act
But I’m alone in darkness every time I open my eyes.
There is definitely someone watching me.
There is no other way to describe
The eyeballs rolling through my scalp
The burning of eyes into the side of my head,
Melting the flesh, skin, and bone,
And seeing right into my brain
Don’t think about it.
They’ll see.
The Open Sky
by Codi Hyland
Permission
by Lamaia Eschbacher
Nasty Potato
by Fisher Cunningham
My Beam of Light
by Charlie Earles
When Sound Becomes Color
by Lark Dupins
The Black Writing
by Brenden Van Hooser
Ode to the Lab Coat
by Lauren Johnson