Content Warning: references to smoking/drugs
CREATIVE
Satan Wears a Bra written by Chelsea Rozario Find comfort in disquiet, in mould in humid bathrooms, the mayhem
of broken noses
and crushed aglets d r a g g i n g on concrete— caked in chewed spearmint gum. You are an observer of calloused hands on brass strings Crimson plastic, nostrils pierced in backyards, Running in on platform shoes (just give us a clue). Eardrums
crackle
and then they burst. Drink vanilla cough syrup. It will burn like scraped knees
.
Longing does not leave and you will not be free. Rip off rose tinted band-aids along with some dignity. You are soft like petrichor, homegrown hydrangeas. You will crave
more
more more.
Until the only thing left for you is an overfilled ashtray and a tiled bathroom floor.
Illustrated by Jessica Norton
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