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• Poetry > Free Verse
  When I Burned

  

  By AudreyCB94, Manlius, NY

  Fire ate my bones today, and sucked the marrow clean. Pupil swallowed iris till color thinned like April ice. So let blue swarm cerebrum and yellow sizzle knees till all I’m left are eyes and arteries....
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Confession

  

  By AudreyCB94, Manlius, NY

  Jesus didn’t have toes. I don’t know how many times I had run my fingers against his silver body before I realized that, pinching protruding ribs and suffering arms between my thumb and index finger. I stopped in the middle of “pray for us sinners” and glanced down at the crucifix. My bare l...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Negatives

  

  By AudreyCB94, Manlius, NY

  I want to lace chilled fingers in the space you leave for frost, those clear lines my bones could fill. And the curve between chin neck shoulder-- smooth like whinstone, I could lay my skull there and make a whole. Split between your lips, blink into whispers, lies, I would pour...
• Opinion > Spirituality / Religion
  Silenced Faith

  

  By AudreyCB94, Manlius, NY

  I am tired. I am tired of being drowned out by fanatics, of having my faith misrepresented by newspapers and CNN, of being stereotyped and avoided because of my religion. But that is not what has made me rip my hair out until my scalp bled, or what made me vomit, or what made me pray until my lips t...
• Hot Topics > Bullying
  Children

  

  By AudreyCB94, Manlius, NY

  The last time I saw her, she wore blue eye shadow and a thin shirt with lace poking up past the neckline. Even then she looked fragile, but I wasn’t sure if it meant that she was delicate or that she would have been easily broken, and I had heard neither. I hugged the wall and pulled my books into...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Driving, 4 AM

  

  By AudreyCB94, Manlius, NY

  In the dark with your hand on the wheel, Absolut empty I could rest my head in the shade of your neck. I could lace your fingers with chipped nails and forget light bleeds over trees. I could pretend your arms don’t unnerve me the way they do, and I don’t mind the nicotine when...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Let Me

  

  By AudreyCB94, Manlius, NY

  Let me slither up that veiny delta under the junction of a wrist Let me rock you like the Green Line after curfew inside a cerebellum Let me lick the curve of a vacant stomach and drink from lymph nodes tethered like Christmas lights Let me burrow in your monotone and sizzle t...
• Nonfiction > Memoir
  Sparrows

  

  By AudreyCB94, Manlius, NY

  I can tell you how I floss, how I grind my jaw when I sleep, how I press spoons full of peanut butter upside down on my tongue. I can tell you why I have ulcers on my gums and callouses the size of quarters on both big toes. I can tell you that my logic curled up like the corners of burned books and...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  An Owl

  

  By AudreyCB94, Manlius, NY

  Owl I’m Owl. Not literally, but because I see everything and can change nothing. I wish I could tell you my perch was on a weeping willow, but it isn’t; it’s on the street or in the halls, but I’m as invisible there as I would be behind crying vines. When I was little, my mother used to cal...