“oil me up” — Now let’s see Chastity’s point of view 6. I came back to school on — I guess it was a Monday, if that’s when school starts. I had already marked a few hits under my skirt. Killed the pilot, yeah, I scratched his face off like Taz. My plan was to scoop in on another. Clearly, he…

written by God or, whoever — 5. When I got to school, everything felt so different. It was in the air, this general yearning for something to kill me off. Not, like, suicidal, but paranoid. I had woken up an hour earlier, terribly tired, and my eyes were so red that I could see red, to…

blood too sweet — 4. The journey through the forest, they said, was harsh, moving through itchy ferns and spiny twigs, spiderwebs caught in the face and pebbles wedging in her sore toes, with only the rugged dirt to caress each step. …

well — not a single bite — 3. Attrition. Slow, slow weakening from the inside. Then she was awake, brain before body. Her eyes were red with swollen vessels — feet were tingling. She was no longer at the hospital. No, definitely not, but the current place was unnamable. There was a constant hum coming from outside…

they watched her like an old-fashioned hanging — 2. A warm flash rose Chastity in a sudden fright. With her eyes propped wide and bandage covering half of her head, she looked around and begged to be seen. The bed was wet. Sweaty dreams, surely. There was nothing but a terrain map across the wall, along with a…

she ceased to exist between the trees — “Life is about creating yourself.” — George Bernard Shaw I. We stayed going to the beach back then. Where we’d go, there were rows of palm trees that lined up and down the sand. Some of them had coconuts that could crack a person’s skull if they weren’t careful. She…

you are the specter…at my side — This is a poem by Quinn Zhael Kindle in the winter The scent of smoke On a cold day You must accept Life on life’s terms That’s what they say You are the kindling In my chest when I am calm and warm You are the specter At my side As I wait out a storm Snow clouds blanket The earth and sky…

Where do the kids go? — A smile. They said the cove was shaped like one because of the way it curved yet straightened out over the middle. Even the weathered rocks that jutted out from the cliffs were like teeth along the mouth of the beach. The waves, though, were nothing like laughter. …

I was in the shower the other day when I heard the neighbors fighting… — Those damn neighbors fighting again it’s like bickering and trickery they banter oh it’s sickening me, it’s me they are fighting ‘cause of me I did my very best but I could not make them repair the house is split they are torn apart since I did what I do, here I be you see me but I am not the truth dishes…