They/Them /Sara Dillon

You refuse to use my pronouns,  And I’m not really sure why. I’ve heard so many excuses at this point That I’m convinced pigs can fly. I don’t care if you understand; I don’t expect you to explain. I’m asking you to show me respect, But I think I melted your brain. Think of it Read More …

Responsibility/Sara Dillon

I breathe in toxins and exhale rage. I am told to eat, but my food is poisoned. I search for enjoyment on LED screens, but the canned laughter rots my ears. Jokes, commentary, satire, awareness. I grit my teeth and fight the urge to scream. It is an unproductive pastime. Because screaming is only helpful Read More …

380 Days Alone/Emily Buellesbach

It’s been over Three       Hundred                  And                      Eighty                             days Since I’ve last been held But not in an endearing manner More so, I need you for a night  Then get the fuck out of my life Kind of gesture. It’s been  Y e a r s  Since I’ve not cared About being held again. I don’t Read More …