i didn’t fall in love with you
until your skin was already grey and i
had to tell you what the weather was like
since you couldn’t leave your bed.
i didn’t mind long nights in the hospital
because making you laugh brought a warmth
to my cheeks that burnt hotter than a
forest fire, you never laughed at me for blushing
i snuck you in alcohol and forbidden foods
and pushed you around in that rusted wheel chair,
and all the nurses looked at us with
miserable eyes that said more than the doctors
would ever tell me.
naively i thought it was good news
when you said they were sending you home; but
when i saw you strewn across
Seven Days of Sci-Fi - AFTER the END by Memnalar, journal
Seven Days of Sci-Fi - AFTER the END
"I dare you to make a 7 days of scifi prompt list or something".
- LunaticStar (https://www.deviantart.com/lunaticstar)
You guys are amazing. And when I say "amazing," I mean in the "first look at the herd of brontosaurus in Jurassic Park" amazing. THEY DO MOVE IN HERDS.
Thanks to everyone who wrote and sent in their stories for the prompts. Extra special congratulations to GDeyke (https://www.deviantart.com/gdeyke), NamelessShe (https://www.deviantart.com/namelessshe), AceFleam (https://www.deviantart.com/acefleam), and Tobaeus (https://www.deviantart.com/tobaeus), the maddest of mad scientists who cranked out a story for ALL SEVEN prompts. I'll be dropping some points on those kids for their efforts.
Please check out the Gallery of Seven-Day Science-Fiction GLORY for the spoils. There is some g
Mermaid Bones - a beat poem by Rosary0fSighs, literature
Literature
Mermaid Bones - a beat poem
Content notification: Sexual assault and eating disorders
Mermaid Bones - a beat poem.
I'm hiding an ocean of teeth under my scales
it's in the forbidden taste of salt on my tongue
the weight of the measuring tape,
of those numbers pushing bubbles through my blood and through my gums.
It's written on the circumference of my waist.
In the words cursing the ghost ship of my shape being plundered against my will.
It's spoken by the fish telling me that I have no right to fill my gills with oxygen
underneath a sea bed of regret laid heavy with the shape of a tail.
You are a whale they said
and they made me push my bones out to see the fish bo
There Is Love Tucked Behind My Wings by HugQueen, literature
Literature
There Is Love Tucked Behind My Wings
I notice with a hesitant touch that
the contours of his heart are
made of pollen and petals.
His words are folded inside.
A shudder of spring and antennae
I try to whisper hope into his leaves:
it will coax him from sleep.
Winter had swarmed him and all at once
the buzz in my heart ceased its
desire and became fixated
on the space between
being rooted and setting him free.
i.
in a dim and exhausted new york subway train - i
surrender my fingerprints over to dirty railings and
start over.
ii.
my body stretches like a mayan temple over his landscape.
my sun drags itself across his skies to his brutal moon
prowling the outskirts of our madness. he says
bend yourself to these sights, love.
recognize, but never accept.
i want your filthy and bruised hope
on my table. he was
saturating space, says - how much
do you love your world. eyes screaming
alive over and over again. you can do better
he says, but you want to do worse.
iii.
a giraffe crawls out of my dead skin and is silent,
but stares with fa