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  • Illustration for The Dark done by Alé Mercado

    The Dark

    “I can’t face it,” you say. I stand quiet, don’t want to wound you when you’re already bleeding. But your words are shards, the barbed wire I’m clinging to to keep from going under. Because this pain, this sadness, it’s so much better than the dark: the eternal abyss where no light reaches. So yes. […]

  • Illustration for Mr. Crestfallen by Alé Mercado

    Mr. Crestfallen

    He shuffled along the pavement like dead leaves in the wind, always carrying a third support. Mr. Crestfallen’s sombre eyes drooped into heavy bags, almost reaching the network of spider veins crawling, multiplying as freely through his sickly pale jowls as the cells in his lungs. His spine arched; leathered back beginning to recover from […]

  • Illustration for Journeys by Orla McGovern

    Journeys

    They loom in and out of sight with eerie speed, like ghosts of places left behind. Pale and colourless against the dark, silhouettes of light flashing out of view as soon as seen. They are paper cut-outs, limiting the world to an ever-changing, never-changing sphere of depthless shape.

  • illustration Insomniac by Anna Eileen Doyle

    Insomniac

    When we return home, Wishing everyone their goodnights, Making sure the lights turn drab, Not letting the bedbugs bite, That’s when the feeling enters: I feel dizzy & clammy & weak. I lie there in silent rigidness; I need to scream & shake & shriek. No matter how tormented Or scared that I may be, […]

  • Exequies of and Angel Illustration

    Exequies of an Angel

    Rip off my wings, Cut off my golden curls; Extinguish the light I give To frightened boys and girls. Strip me of my snow white robes, Use my halo to slash my cherub’s face; Reap me of all my worth, Pull me down so far from grace. Then leave me, red and raw, Alone on […]

  • The Fire Dancer by Aoife Hughes

    The Fire Dancer

    I dragged the match across the sandpaper coarse side of the box. Splintered sparks scattered outwards with a flare of life. An amber corona swaddled the match tip and the scent of sulfur coated my nose. I tipped the match gently against a ragged wick. The fire caught, throwing a white flame upwards. It waltzed […]

  • Falling by Laura Nash

    Falling

    Looking back, everything seemed so infinite, though I had no understanding of the word. It was me – yes, I had family that cared, friends that would make fun; but in that one moment, it was just me. Running wild, monsters roaming free: “I’ve got to run! Run or they’ll catch me!” Racing down paths […]

  • Granny - Liam wallace

    Granny

    Memories are like old movies; 
I would watch some more than others, 
We all have our preferences. 

Standing on the ageless bridge, 
A scene flickers in my head, 
 Torn from a broken film. 

A small hand held by an older one; 
A friendly voice talking slowly, 
 So my little ears can hear. 

Suddenly […]

  • Individuality

    Individuality

    Born one of a kind Differently wired mind Always the odd one out Without a doubt Days went by in a haze No self-esteem since thirteen Never keen in being A part of a Scene Never left the house Quiet as a mouse I’d think, and think Until the brink And eventually would sink I […]

  • Illustration for The Fairies by Alice Spencer

    The Fairies

    They all see her: that girl, all dressed in black. They never talk to her; they’re too frightened she’ll attack. They know what she’s done, but, not why she has; they think she’s desperate for attention. They’re wrong. She never asks. They don’t know her dreams about the black parade. They don’t know how much […]

  • Illo003_Hands_flat

    Hands

    The first thing I learned about holding someone’s hand is that it was a restriction. When they gripped my fingers so tight I thought they’d fall off. I knew I couldn’t pick and choose where I wanted to go. I was stuck, quite firmly, by their side. I hated having to hold their hand. The […]