Fix // Brian Yang 3AM dreaming about digging through a swamp, meandering through muddied memories of affection never manifesting. Prancing for a fix of DayQuil dancing — muddled trancing through Freudian feelings. My flu-filled pharynx fails at filtration. Fighting for breath, my brain floats from my physical imagining fraud fixations, fetishizing faux fantasies, fancying father fabrications, and falling for them. Am I such a fool to wake up famished to be fixed?
Bleed Out // Allison Zheng
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