by Anna Pomeroy ’23 I never liked hearing the truth. It always scared me because I would fear the worst As the words slipped out of their mouths With no point of return. At age four, it was a struggle For my parents to tell me they were getting a divorce. Sitting me […]
by Mariela Flores ’23 Content Warning: this piece contains content that could be triggering regarding eating disorders and body image. She called me llenita. Those words poked at my round belly, her eyes threw daggers into the soft flesh of my cheeks, her hands pinched my sides, as if she were trying to rip off […]
by Grace O’Connor ’22 Being patient makes her head spin and her nausea take over. Being patient makes her feel like she is locked in a small space, With the walls closing in on her, darkness preparing to give her a suffocating hug. Being patient leaves marks on her skin of irritation and […]
by Toni Rendon ’24 Why can’t life be more like The Sims Where no matter what day it is, we can always win Strangers come over to celebrate your birthday And people can empathize with you on your worst days Let’s build our home from the ground up A place where happiness can […]
by AJ Worsley ’22 happier when i’m away, i do my best to keep a distance. all i hope for is that while i’m away you forget my existence. if that were to happen, i’d have no reason to return, you don’t know what you have until it’s gone, a lesson you’ve yet […]
by Grace O’Connor ’22 She slowly heals as time pulls her forward. She holds tight onto the past like an old stuffed animal, As she is afraid of what the future will hold. The future is a sky stuffed with millions of stars. She is mesmerized by the stars that look down at her. She […]
by Taylor Rogers ’24 Green ribbons greedily grow, Spilling out of their small pots Like humans, they reach for the stars, Traveling higher and higher Diligently, I water these tiny ribbons, Watching keenly as they grow They steal from the soil below them, Clinging onto miniscule buds of water As they grow, they […]
When I should die, think only this of me: That there’s some weathered notebook tucked away Behind the dusty novels. My childhood reads These words—these words my childhood shapes From airy nothing into lines and scenes. With ballpoint tip to page, with blue ink running dry, I scratch and dot my i’s and cross […]
Can’t See the flow of the colors Stopped Feeling the breath of the wind Hollowness calling your name Do you fall back in? Come to me Looking around no one’s there So back to the grind instead Put pencil to paper and write beautiful words But the creative voice can’t be […]
I was fifteen years old when I decided I could handle the weight of being “sexy” for their love. I could put on the right clothes, give the right looks, say just the right things––– until they couldn’t get enough of me, trapping them in my prose. I was fifteen years old […]