Nyx is playing with a lighter another is sitting on her phone. You are in the corner letting guests lay on your legs. Something is wrong we keep saying Something is off we mutter. You pull on the heated blanket. My lover is in the shower, I’m on the bed my body’s atomic plates are moving and shifting. Light pops in Nyx’s hands. You’re rocking slightly. The festival’s groupies are still laughing outside our window Doesn’t it hurt? I ask. And everyone is too high to answer.
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Sadie Burch (she/they) is from Myrtle Beach, SC. She is a recent graduate of Interlochen Arts Academy. They are currently taking a gap year before starting their studies at Bennington College Vermont. She’s the 2023 winner of the Charle’s Crupi Memorial Prize and has previously appeared in the Interlochen Review and the Albion Review.