Diodotus in Cimmeria #68 (Fairy Tale)

My mother told me a story about a child who could fly to try and comfort me and help me fall asleep. Instead it made me melancholy. I pretended I was slumbering and when she left my room I wrote this poem about him:
"It breaks my heart
to see him flying around
When I feel so low
down here on the ground
Falling lifeless from dead branches
Starlings and thrushes
Who in the haze of eternal night
Ate berries from Buckthorn bushes"
(Kelsey Bee)

Epiktetos in Cimmeria #67 (Fairy Tale)

Sister is lost in the Boreal Wood
Barn swallow nesting in her icy heart
Flown North with the wind to mate
Secret blossoming in tiny wombs

Her body decaying in the Roseroot leaves
Search for her in the darkness
And you find migrating birds flying
into thorns and bodies in torment
(Kelsey Bee)

Acacius in Cimmeria #66 (Fairy Tale)

Animals coupling
in the darkest forest
Bite. Blood mixes
with savage blood
How can someone
love me, mother?
There is no me
to love.

(Kelsey Bee)

Jeremy in Mount Airy, North Carolina #65 (Rage)

You're a mediocre human being; a dilettante in everything you do. You're unable to give of yourself; you can only give the illusion that you are. This is why you are and will remain a stunted person, an aborted human being who is mutilated and mutilates as they pass through this world. (Anthony Washburn)

Becky in Dunbar, WV #64 (Self Evaluation)

I have my grandmother's cheekbones. The gaunt face of someone who submits to life. Her renunciation was loving and mine is devotion to myself and fear. (Chris Hodge)

Luc in Deering, OH #63 (Love)

My dark heart calls for blood; calls to the lonesome and desperate to devour it and become inflamed with terrifying and redemptive love.

Paul in Allentown, Pennsylvania #62 (Hyperreality)

That girl with the high forehead who is standing in the parking lot with her boyfriend has a nest of yellow jackets in her throat.