elementia
What i want as a teenager is to
By Anonymouscome to you in
cyclical relapse
with each syllable
escaping
muzzling silence
be tempted to borrow
its imprisonment and speak in
dialogues conversed by
friction of skins.
pretty enough
By Chloe Chousomething breaks in the frozen night
tearing / you sit up and i stay
right here in these warm sheets
you say i am pretty only because the word beautiful
The Allure of Home
By Nitya DaveSalty wind pushes at the falling tide.
Blue serenity veils the town as a
melancholy buzz flows through the idle docks.
A boat pushes through the harbor:
It drifts along,
lazily down.