Forgotten

Let self-respect and amour-propre Turn my ceaseless cries into whispers, Until my heart is cleansed of your poison And you remain only in the basement of my memory. Because at the risk of claiming talent I do not have, I recognise that my words give you more power Than you have the right to claim,…

Pavement

I sit on the ledge staring down At the lights of the billboards Of women in fancy lingerie, The cars driving steadily past Like they’re on a production line, Their driver lulled into A false sense of conditional security By the pantomime life society has encaged us in. And I sit here, feeling so real…

Swing Set

The wind brushes my arm sweetly As I walk through the mulch, I hear the laughter of children linger Even though the park is empty now. I sit down on one of the worn down swings, Grip the chains until they leave indents, And then I lean back until I feel weightless, Before sitting up…

Call for Submissions

Hello! So we’re looking to spice things up on Mafia a bit. How can you help? Well, I’m glad you asked our lovely reader. We’ve recently opened up slots for you to be part of our collective. You can do this either by applying to become a general contributor or, if you prefer, post once…

No Reason

Sometimes life leaves Just as quickly as it came On a day just the same As any other But monumentally different Because this is the one That’s going to haunt you Until your dying breath. And there’s no reason, But he searches for one anyways, Because what’s the fucking point Of living this life as…

Sore Throat

I feel as though all the raging pain and anger I’ve felt in my heart all my life has now concentrated into one part of my body: the throat. I feel like a volcano, with hot, searing lava brimming at the surface there, ready to erupt at any given moment. But it does not erupt;…

blow me

the wind when it blows like this howling angry a banshee released pulls a sadness from deep inside me the wind when it spins like this gusts of dead leaves dancing with my anxiety sets my teeth on edge the wind when it cries like this wailing warning an echo from a time i want…