About a Girl
The road I pass/ a thousand times reminds me/ of how quiet death is,
The road I pass/ a thousand times reminds me/ of how quiet death is,
By Shanai Williams Loved.I want to be loved.At times I feel so far from it.And I say “at times” because I don’t want to put the wrong phrases into the…
By Samantha Arriozola 2021 My jaw locked when we kissed, and he massaged the sides of my face like we had done this before. We laughed like an old couple…
A bitter taste an after taste He wants me to swallow He holds my mouth open with Popsicle sticks Over and over he examines it
Roll Call by Margery Hannah I am only a person tall and plain, tongue maimed long ago when cow bells were ringing. I was in love with those big eye…