Punk Monk Press/Magazine

--Mirac Tosun

At first, it was a halo but then it really got to you. --John Grey

They don't all bite. Some squeeze or swallow whole. Some spit. And it's a labyrinth, not a maze: go straight long enough and you're out. Not that I can leave. Women can look at me, but most are too petrified. So they stone me instead. When I'm lonely, I talk to the statues. We dress up and hold court. And masques. And trials. Sometimes, I pluck one out and sing while it dies, fixated, helpless, sanguine, cradled, alone. And to think, I was a good girl from a nice family before he raped me. Now I'm a war criminal. Or maybe heat-seeking missiles, holstered, armed, and ready to strike like ice picks to the eye, severing vital connections, fragmenting consciousness, and devolving the higher mind to its reptile origins are the real weapons of mass destruction. --David Schwab 

--Renee Jadischke

I AM MORE THAN A WHORE  GIVE ME BACK MY MONEY  FUCK YOU  I NEED HELP DON’T TOUCH ME  I SAID NO  I’M SORRY OKAY  I’M ALLOWED TO MAKE MISTAKES STOP BEING SO MEAN  I AM A HUMAN BEING HOW COULD YOU FORGET ME WHY DO YOU HATE ME WHY DO I CARE  …WHY DON’T YOU CARE MORE. -- C E Hoffman