elementia loneliness


Maybe it was the Wind

By James Knoflicek

Maybe it was the wind that blew her to the ground.
Maybe a subtle hollow she hadn’t noticed brought her down.
Either way, she ends up in the dirt.
Earth covers the soft pink fabric draped over her
Like paint splattered on a porcelain canvas.


By Lauren McGrath

Go away, and leave me be
Let me rest eternally
Shroud myself in darkness
Where I can never be hurt
Close my eyes and sigh
As I slip slowly away
Settle in the emptiness
I’ve made for myself
An emptiness that cannot be filled