The Bird by Rachael Vannatta
Is that bridge getting built? Are you making your way? Your wings are broken, You can’t return home The light
Alexandria City High School's Literature and Arts Magazine
Is that bridge getting built? Are you making your way? Your wings are broken, You can’t return home The light
A life of simplicity could not be condensed any more than into the life of a scarecrow. Day by day,
Here I lie under the starry night sky, Waiting forevermore for my companion. My companion of which pertains to my
I am the honey reaching into your arm I grab hold of your vein to release all of its pain
The walls bleed Seeping visceral slime of knowledge Outside, flowers bloom Deep red poppies Staining my retinas Like the cataclysmic