Welcome to VERSUS! This is a novel, ekphrastic, virtual slam pitting two writers against one another - and you decide who comes out on top…
Both Edward and H. R. were given the same image and wrote a creative response in a style of their choosing.

Identical same/same/same/same denier days She’s an abject construct of apathetic context ”All the boys love Kaylee-Anne” Yet, in this slipshod town, love is lost on trust Perhaps they “love hard” a little too much? Androgyny only shields her at surface level Because flesh-deep beauty and so-soft skin Is the rarest fucking commodity and silence SPEAKS: take a cut from her, she’s so easy! An evergreen, always-virginal breeze, it’s like The ultimate palette cleanser for budding Been-there-done-her-she’ll-sate-until-college Subtypes, every midwestern shithole Claims the same consent-phobic jocks lining Up for licks of innermost, intimate, innocent Double-digit fingers nailing her peony prize Why does she smell so fucking sweet? Blame it on the booze or “peer pressure” BUT She’ll always remember, while this traduced Town churns copycat scenarios sans a care.
© Edward Swafford 2025
Aint a thing in this world
for me.
Not no sugar rush,
no blood rush or
pain
putting this body
in a different state.
I’ll buy what I want
consume what I need
steal to feel, yet
nothing satisfies…
I walk the aisles
glare at the colourful options
glance down the liquor
and dance in the firewater
gargle the spirit(e) of sin
feel it wash my throat
of last nights backdrop and shots
and know
that this needs a chaser…
I’m chasing that feeling.
I’m chasing feeling.
Pierce my soul with aesthetic metal
stain my skin with dead ink
cover the rest in unbreathable latex
slathered in petroleum jelly
and set me alight
I crave to feeeeeeeeel.
© H. R. Sinclair 2025
*VERSUS graphics created by H. R. Sinclair via Canva.
Both so raw and intense. Both shared character witness. You both rock. 🎸
This was a close one. I really sat with both for a while but, after conscious and clear-headed deliberation, I'm gonna have to go with H. R. Swafford