Mariela Flores ’23 ***TRIGGER WARNING: EATING DISORDER*** I empty myself out. While the world concaves around me I center myself. Scrapping what is left of me until I feel nothing–– moving inside of me. I center myself in the feeling, of sharp bones that rip through my skin. Nothing moves inside of me, only […]
Grace O’Connor ’22 She waits for hours as her hair is bleached, Piece by piece slowly being painted, In order to not expose her dark roots. She uses a mitt to spread the chocolate-colored mousse on her skin, Spreading it over every inch of her body, Waiting for it to slowly melt into […]
by Marelle Hipolito ’22 It was a Thursday morning when the second grade substitute went through the roster. “Lianne?” Yes, that’s me. But that’s my first name. I go by Marelle, my middle name. That afternoon I asked my mother why. “Mama, why am I called Marelle? Everyone at school goes by their first […]
by Mariela Flores ’23 Content warning: This poem contains themes of death and suicide. Both of my parents teased their death. One friend took their death and plastered it onto every wall of my life. I had my very own half death, one at twelve, another at fifteen––I am starting to think these events are […]
by AJ Worsley ’22 Conspiracies roll around in my mind as I do in my bed. Another night where I cannot fall asleep. I turn on my fan for noise but I am not warm, so I aim it towards the ceiling. There’s something about my bedroom that has never felt so unfamiliar before. My […]
Max Gilman ’25 When presented with an idea, One is intrigued to oppose, If they have knowledge In a field so similar To that of which is being argued, Because One yearns an ear, To lean to with words That accumulate And become known as The seeking of validation. So, When presented with a […]
AJ Worsley ’22 get down on your knees rub your face across the grass tickle your cheek with excitement, you feel something. drive to the water, one hand on the wheel, your other is holding on to life. you haven’t felt alive in a minute. the skylines reek of hope but you […]
By Max Gilman ’25 Tell them tales, Entwine them with snaring literary truths, Yet they slip through, They, Slip through the spiked thorns amongst them, And, Carry on, And so begins the cycle again, Yet the outcome is the same, But now, They, Are experienced in slipping through the thorns, What is it man […]
by Taylor Rogers ’24 Wind playfully sways my fragile body, jokingly pushing me towards an unseeable path. I refuse to acknowledge this pull, but I find myself unable to turn around. Here is the place I feel the most serene, the most calm, since I know my demons can crawl into my bed at night. […]
by Mariela Flores ’23 There is someone following me. I can hear their footsteps and the way that they mimic my own. Their smell is familiar and strong, and it makes me sick to my stomach. They follow me as I go left and right, they follow me as I step onto the bus and […]