romance
Writing
Divine Angel of Teenage Girls
By Quinn KellyYour lips are painted red like the roses they make rosaries from. Melting the petals down to
clay and shaping something new,
the way God shaped man from earth,
a modicum of faith is crafted.
They drop a subtle shade of red, like plum wine mixed with vodka at a party where drinks
Don't Fly Too Close to the Sun
By Lila AhitovYour ethos charmed me so
Confidence and ambition laced in every breath
I was struck by cupid’s arrow
You were the one with the wings
Doubt
By Roman FentIf there were ever any doubt
Than I am wholly and utterly in love with you
It has now been thoroughly expunged from my conscious
The clanging and drilling of your voice
High pitched and shrill and the hollowness of hammer on nail
The ungentle touch of your never rougher hands