elementia
disillusioned revolutions
By Hailey AlexanderThe clock glares at me,
with the steady
accusations
of her hands –
Where will you be
In an hour,
In a day,
In a year?
An Ode to My Innocence
By Kathryn MalnightYou ruffled dress.
You lip glossed,
clean tongued, classy individual.
Where I’m From
By Ahna ChangI am from the nail polish in my room,
From holographic glitter and high heels.
I am from the toys on the ground
(rainbow, soft, Sasha never picks them up.)
I am from cacti pricking my fingers,
From shopping and thanksgiving,