By Brittany Welch
With her cotton mouth and busted lip /
She carried delicacy like a child.
I mugged Adam on my way out of the womb
and he’s been down-and-out
ever since. I am getting harder
to love each day.
by Sarah Kallemeyn | you began to cry today
you are always beginning.
the light of the moon
by Savannah Wade | #3. Look at the trash in your room. It will be there when you look next.
by Lyndsey B. | you were made of glass when I knew you,
fragile, yet stark