Volume One Issue One
Frederick Lord
Diving Bell
All night we descended.
The pressure grew.
Suspicion crystallized
Into accusation.
The baseboards
Wept spiders.
Blind monsters we
Had never known existed
Circled each other
At crushing depths.
At dawn,
A flat yellow fish
Swam to the window,
Invited us out.
But we knew
One person’s leaving
Would drown both.
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