By: Brandon Corrado
April days are met with heat
But also a wind of sadness
The month that everything changed
I’ll never laugh with you again
Or talk about my day
“Try to remember the good times”
But this type of pain doesn’t go away
It lingers
Like the leaves from autumn on a summer day
It screams
In my quiet mind every day
By: Arianne Bakelmun GET ouT of my womb I did not create you. Clawing your way into my warmth Shattering my ribs with the cavernous expanse of emptiness Both our heads bowed, shoulders curling into a
By Lauren Rivera Tear ducts stimulated by my perpetual thoughts. Like vines, it grows and spreads; entangling itself between the deepest parts of the brain. Joyful memories now tainted. Piercing thorn