Inner Worlds is a project that means a great deal to me, and I’ve been so grateful for the
Falsifiable, by Beatrice Morgan
Disorientation. Brain injury.
The walls of his bedroom swim away in a rippling inhalation. The off-white paint is
When the Fish Move On, by K. T. Lyn
Suicidal ideation. Death. Bereavement.
I stand upon the ocean, looking out across its barren vastness, repeating to myself
First Genuine Contact, by Laura DeHaan
Suicidal ideation. Violence. Intrusive thoughts.
Ever since I was born I have wanted to die.
Shams’ Mother Didn’t Invent A Time Machine, by Madeehah Reza
Shams was sure her mother hadn’t invented a time machine. She said as much to the strange woman that
The View, by Risa Wolf
“Earth's coming. Ten minutes.”
The announcement vibrates in my isolation helmet despite my privacy setting. I sigh at
The Thin Woman, by Elizabeth Guilt
Caring for someone with dementia. Infant death (past).
The teaspoon slid off the breakfast tray, and I swore
Come Tide or Ebb, by Sophia-Maria Nicolopoulos
Death of a parent (past)
When the first signs show, slippery skin that glistens underwater and suckers growing
Bedtime Routine, by Camden Rose
Anxiety. Intrusive thoughts. Compulsion.
Brush your teeth. Spend equal amounts of time on each tooth. Count if you
His Belly is a Coffin, by Akis Linardos
Anxiety. Paranoia. Alcoholism mention. Domestic abuse mention. Insects. Gore.
Her newborn suckles on her breast as rain leaks