Lit Poetry

maybe happily ever afters aren't always about poisoned apples and princes riding white horses coming to take you away. maybe it doesn't involve green grass and woodland creatures. our version looked like wet pavements and...

is my least favorite store on earth. The lighting ghosts my face. The music is nauseating. And all their products remind me of little children bent over their work,...

My first encounter with death was the two raccoons stiff on the side of the road. Kayla and I brought flowers to them. When she first drove by, there...

the long summer i wished would never end. you wondered if your clammy fingers could get away with brushing against mine, measuring the weight of my thighs, tangling...

my anxiety stays and sits like a well trained dog but it wont play dead i don’t own it it owns me yet i own this body this...

Lust, my head says as it begins ...........to pound. When our lips touch, my thoughts spiral ...........to the idea of waking up to ..................................your chest and being able...

and suddenly the world was small, within arm’s reach. She didn’t look me in the eye and I could see the lab results quiver in her hand. she was...

.......................................I can still feel your lips ...................Like fingertips, just resting on mine. It’s a little uncanny how when I close my eyes.... ...The weight of your lip...

When we were water, the moon hung lower in the sky. We sent messages back and forth in waves and boiled under the sun. When we were water, we were vast...

If only you had appreciated her love for astronomy. You would have been able to understand that she paints galaxies with her eyes. That...