Photography: In The Dark by Kat Le Blanc

 

Photography: Bananas and Cream by Adrielle Lanae

 

Poetry: Cassette by Jiah B

the midnight sun cracked 

open the sky in half.

the spent days oozing out of the crevices 

like smothering honey; scorching liquid amethyst 

that blisters skin raw and stops air tight.

memories weren't what they were called anymore, but

a cassette that played itself every second over and 

i was too much

of a masochist to press pause, for

i would rather evaporate in the heat of the tangible ugly 

than learn what it feels like to make brand news.

the window deluded me into comfort, made me sit 

on the sill and bask in the poisonous wind,

for the stars were pretty that night; pretty selfish.

didn't want to be looked at so asked the clouds

to kiss them through the light year,

like specks of aurelia smeared over velvet,

protected by a veil.

but the same melted into a repulsive canvas 

of tar the very next 

second because i remembered

everything that glitters is not gold.

music flowed out of the player and onto the floor

in a shiny puddle, blinding.

making me wonder where all the people who would

want to write a song about me went.

did they collide? 

burst into new galaxies before i

even had the chance to feel their skin;

kiss them enamored under the moon?

it suddenly feels like a different dimension,

and i'm not a part of it anymore.

it scared me.

how it morphed right before my eyes.

my own demise; a constellation on fire

the sun fluidizing away into another nebula

far away from mine.

it happened then and there

but all i did was sit and 

stare beyond myself, into the magnetic nothingness, 

looked at the stars one last time before closing the window

and drawing the curtains shut.