Auto-crimes

She cornered herself against
the shoulders of two meeting walls
and wrote her screams into the plaster.
The sun was a blade against her skin
as the image
the image
the image
swung through her mind
like a pendulum.

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The featured image was used with permission of artist, Terrie Shum. Terrie is a New Zealand-based illustrator currently studying a communication design major at Auckland University of Technology. She specialises in digital art, and has an interest in painting imagery from sci-fi and nature.

Valentina Cano

Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who spends whatever free time she has either reading or writing. Her works have appeared in numerous publications and her poetry has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Web. Her debut novel, The Rose Master, was published in 2014 and was called a "strong and satisfying effort" by Publishers Weekly.

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