Tuesday, May 2, 2023

The Night I Slept Against The Wall By Skaja Evens

He hits the booze a little too much

Then declares he’s safe to drive

Later, fumbled attempts at sex

Leaves her wondering why she tolerates it







Skaja Evens is a writer and artist living in Southeast Virginia. She runs It Takes All Kinds, a litzine published by Mōtus Audāx Press. She’s been published in various places, including Spillwords Press, Medusa’s Kitchen, Ink Pantry, Off the Coast, Synchronized Chaos, and Blue Pepper. She can often be found listening to music, considering the impossible, and enjoying her cats’ antics.


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