Submissions by rhythm

Sight. Hearing. Taste. Smelling. Touch. Abilities most of us are born with. However, what most of us don’t know is that only a selected few actually get to use these senses. To really use them. I know that I’d never truly experienced them before. Until I met you, that is.


The first time I ever saw you, it was as if some sort of screen had been removed from in front of my eyes, the world turning from a murky grey to a sudden explosion of vibrant color. I remember how the setting sun cast a warm orange glow over your skin, and how tiny drops of water fell from your hair. You held...

The bottle is smooth beneath my fingertips. I turn it over on my hand, once… twice… considering. The contents of the bottle clank against the plastic walls surrounding them. The sound it makes intrigues me, so I turn it over again, and again. The repeating noise becomes rhythmic. This matches, I realize, the rhythm of my shallow breathing. It is the rhythm of my very essence.

Twenty-three small, pink pills are inside this bottle. I know because I counted them, again and again. This is nothing new to me; I got these off a friend a while ago.

“Weight-loss pills are totally...