elementia
Writer’s Comatose
By Abbey Roschakit’s been a while
since I found encouragement
to rid myself of this
writer malnourishment
I guess I lost myself
ambition, love, ambition
By Samiya RasheedHours are not spent well in lethargy
nor in deep-seated exhaustion
Hours are rarely spent
more – lost
Sei la mia vita
By Abigail CottinghamThe boy from the apartment below yours writes you letters about the birds and calls you a sunset.
“Tu sei il sole del mio giorno.” You are the sunshine of my day.