I was afraid that all I would remember were snippets of me asking her, “Do you remember me still?"

'“crumbling into every digressive”:A week of thinking about beauty & empathy' by Catherine Owen

In which CX analyses familial relations and their breaking down by way of a good (and totally aware that this is happening) friend.

"When you have been denied the sensual world for so long, you start hunting for it."

"Still, something in me whispered, swim closer, and I conceded." A sapphic folklore-inspired horror story by Elizabeth Anne Schwartz.

A short story that stems from a gnawing hunger that metabolises in your twenties. This story says: eat up.