A poem by Sofia Sears two roads intersect at midnight the world cracks apart as the cars collide the lightning prys through broken windows into empty houses tries to grasp onto life where there is none anymore her spine cracks as he shoves her to the ground he says he really didn’t mean to sterility and cream colored curtains; last words her … Continue reading christmas.
A poem by Sofia Sears you’re pretty p r e t t y the word hangs flat on my tongue tastes of sawdust; drys the saliva out a universal chant rings out at once we are a void we are nothing the world goes still and holds its anxious breath a sigh of relief at my thank you and blush of the … Continue reading P r e t t y
A poem by Sofia Sears am I bitter for these wishes/I hold/that stale and sour underneath the mold of passivity/these dreams dried and crunched/broken leaves toasting on the ground/or do these wishes float away/specks of dirt on still water/lifeless ashes dancing up into crevices of chimneys/are they stuttering choking on blood/dried and sticky on my lips/do I too/become deformed and unnatural/sick with the waste building … Continue reading Wishes
A piece by Sammi Yorn What ever happened to the moments I was mesmerized by breaking the laws of how I’d been taught to act? It once was a rush to the head, a signal that I was not merely watching life go by. The hours that I was going places I shouldn’t have, was exhilarating at first. I was breaking out, nodding my head … Continue reading ACTING OUT
A story by Sofia Give yourself permission to be fifteen. I try out this advice. I try to allow myself to exist as a fifteen year old girl. I try to be good. I try to enter the adolescent normalcy I am submersed in. I want to be fifteen. I want to not think anymore. I want invincibility, sweet, transient, intoxicating. It’s not enough … Continue reading 15