Francesca Kritikos
we cut ourselves open and replaced our sulphurous citydirt blood with cheap ice cream and cigarettes we smoked sitting by the river that smells like shit...
we cut ourselves open and replaced our sulphurous citydirt blood with cheap ice cream and cigarettes we smoked sitting by the river that smells like shit...
I feel small in your bed when I take up too much space a deep breath is accompanied by a shift in sleeping position and on my birthday I do not fit into my shirt...
I drive a big white car but let asparagus wilt in the fridge. Being alone in a new city is like being broken up ...
last night I took a screwdriver and opened up the crack in the wall found a dial to an iron safe, spun it for an hour trying all y’all's birthdays ...
my heart is 80% water, 20% pastel goth. my heart is a house filled only with furniture-shaped ghosts. ...
There’s still that point at the beginning of everyday where I just like, can’t ...
I pull my shirt over a disobedient thing. There are people worse off in this world, yes I know, but in my bathroom I stand alone as the vortex of my pities....
Read an excerpt from Adam Zachary's shortlisted Metatron Prize manuscript...