Savannah Olshove

Copy Editor

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    It’s a Grey Area

    I was born from the womb of time. Stars clotted and splashed, staining the bedsheets with ruby moonbeams. Her tears of pain baptised me with joy. They talk of the …

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    Sleep Paralysis

    I’ve befriended the strange man that at night sits on the end of my bed when I sleep. I used to think that he wore death as a cape, but …