look at you, your bones are hollowing out skin crumpling like wet cardboard sallow yellow veins stale running on evaporated waste where is the zest … Continue reading lemonade stand (a poem)
don’t tell her what to think don’t tell her how to move. put your hands on me here, and put your mind elsewhere no- No! paper girls crumble at the touch, but ashes cannot be burned, and she she has been forged in a fire more devastating than your small ways can fathom. She has… Continue reading Blade Dancer (a poem)
Recently, I tried out for my school's slam poetry team. I hadn't even known that our school had a slam poetry team until the very last day of tryouts, so you can imagine that I was a little bit frantic. At lunch, I ran to the room that someone had told me the tryouts were being held… Continue reading Slam Poetry Tournament Prep!