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October Breakwater
October is a breakwater you step onto, slick stone and salt breath rising from the Atlantic’s throat. The air tastes like cold pine and the ghosts of summer bonfires. The tide pulls back, revealing the long ribs of the sandbar— a road the ocean only allows for part of the day.
By Syl De'Vil3 days ago in Poets
Looming October
The air becomes threadbare. Colors thin, almost translucent. Sound frays and breaks the deafening silence. October moves through the unraveling of time, its limbs plucking strands of reality like harp strings. Each pluck summons a ghost woven from memory’s loose ends.
By Syl De'Vil3 days ago in Poets
Why did she stay?
She’s 18, at a frat party. Spotted, targeted, by a senior. He gets her to his room, Puts on a comedy special, (Louis C.K., ironically) And rips away her virginity on his dirty futon. No one warned her there’d be so much blood. He’s furious about the mess. She hides in bed for days, Telling herself it wasn’t rape Because she liked the kissing part. She only wishes he would have considered asking.
By Veronica Wren5 days ago in Poets
The Rotting Gate of October
October is a town that forgets it’s supposed to be dying. You enter through the rotting place between two trees fused together, a seam in the forest where the bark has grown wrong, as if something once pressed its face against both trunks and whispered them into merging. The opening appears only when the air tilts warm over cold, like breath on a mirror that remembers you.
By Syl De'Vil5 days ago in Poets
