Magic with Skin On

by Morgan Nikola-Wren

only that i'm an ever-growing tangle of sacred sins, only that there's this scripture written at knifepoint barely beneath my skin and it's got me baptizing everything i touch in scars and sanctity

there is nothing that leaves you feeling quite so small as having to shove all this being into your one allotted body

trouble is i wear my heart on my words so large it chokes me before any sound can come spilling into this electric air

Her magnum mistake of a story no one will read. Still, she writes.

do not excuse the smell of smoke, saying to yourself that some loves simply burn so bright,