I woke from a night
of corpses in my mind
in hopes that I might save them.
They told me that I would never die if I
I couldn’t shake the feeling of spiders
splitting my skin.
They were liars.
Sew my veins and weave my ligaments
stitches of delicate silk
like warpaint; it made
me hate their ilk.
Snakes grew from my scalp
and scared the spiders away
Wise, was she? Asking help
from her slaves.
as a monster.
Radioactive eyes rotted the insides
of all who dared take me as their lover.
Children from her brain
my snakes in vain
as they emerged
Author: Euri Glenn is a Jambreen/Tamborine Mountain based writer, and a third-year Creative Writing student at QUT who is currently working on a novel based in a post-apocalyptic Gold Coast Hinterland. In every story, she seeks to inspire change for the better of the world and the creatures who dwell within in. You can find more of her work in ScratchThat’s 9th, 10th, 11th, and 12th Issues, QUT Glass’ 14th Issue, and @euri.chelsea.glenn on Instagram.
Artist: Irene Liao is a visual art student from Taiwan who aims to present figurative human art through her watercolour pieces.
Editors: Brock Scholte and Rory Hawkins