I always know it’s coming and still I never see it arrive.It always starts off slow, like how the weather starts to cool…
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I am lying in bed, my new bed. This is the fifth boarding school I have gone to…
Boil the water.
Losing Me
I am supposed to write a poem about loss.
I wake to an empty house.It’s dark in here.It’s as if the lights are on but no one’s home. Yet all I can…
Must you still run,
With seasons far behind,
May there be no shame in wearing