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Andrew Evans, Guest Contributor
October 9, 2019
He likes my eyes now that they do not hide I blossomed he says like a flower in springtime And all the wasted years fall away like leaves blushing red upon the ground How could this be wrong? I sealed it up for far too long Nipped the buds with self-inflicted chi...
Pride
Micah Petway, Guest Contributor
October 9, 2019
How can I have pride when being who I am is wrong Being shunned, beaten, abused and disowned Only for having pride in who I am A little voice in my head is telling me being proud is not worth it But the pride in me is much too strong My pride does not come from the...
Refraction
Isabel Sleczkowski, Guest Contributor
October 9, 2019
RED flushed his face and mine when he kissed me, I flinched. My hand grew heavier when he held it. I think his eyes were black but I tried not to look. I kept as much space between us as I could. ORANGE was the knot in my ribcage that tangled when I...
10 September 2019
Elizabeth McClure, Guest Contributor
October 9, 2019
I am like a rosebush. Beautiful from afar. Blooms you want to see and smell forever. But you get hurt if you get too close. I fade quickly and easily; my beauty lasts but for a moment. Many have tried pruning me. Cutting away...
