“bad argument?”

“no, the only dream I’ve ever remembered”

watch us grow a little harder. ache a little longer. in defiance.

The shadowy, indeterminate veil, like the sunset’s unwanted gray clouds, fell back over her, and with Margaret no longer wielding a knife to cut through the deadness, she teared up, in gratitude, for seeing through and being seen through.

“your lungs fighting to get air

but this peace makes air seem insignificant”

Why didn’t we speak?

“let them, just once, bite the hand that fed them”

“you asked for it, didn’t you? and now you’ve run out of time”

“with all its bleeding wounds implemented into the purple satin and its own possessed, cadaverous pose”

“and the Red Nurse slows to the Beegees beat, the Registrar turning his attention to a dumbstruck Medical Student who is trying to ram a plastic tube down the man’s throat”

“I remember bumping into you everywhere”

“the two of them are watching / as the burning incense tumbles in the air / catching alight the waifu pillow / that the Hill Folk use”

A zine by Sezal

“It’s time to retrograde”

“Do you embrace nature or

Does nature embrace you?”

“What does she think of me in the daylight? What do I think of her?”

“was my brother ever soft?”

Behind the scenes of Princess Forever, Dreamer Isioma’s episodic exploration of space, spirituality, and selfhood.

“The musty trees of your old letters,

alphabet hanging from twigs.”