my worst nightmares don’t end when I wake. they cling to me like a black oil slick, until I burn them off with scalding water and my skin is as pink as rays from a new sun.
L. Stevens writes about the moon, darkness, and anything else lurking in the deep abyss of her imagination. Her poetry can be found in the Indie Blu(e) anthologyAs the World Burns,the Free Verse Revolution anthologyHermes (The Kaleidoscope),The Quarterly,Issue X: Wet, andBarBar’s Vol. III: Sweat. You can follow her on Instagram, Threads, and TikTok under @l.stevenswriter.