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Elizbeth Bachmaye ’16
the darkness whispersand just as the light, it won’t allow sleepa mind full of messy, sleepless thingssmirks devilishly at its part in the deviant planshadows emerge upon the projection of lightthat sneaks under the door from the halland the air screams wildly at the top of its lungseyelids refuse to dropthoughts refuse to stopthey race…
Walk with me, this guided curveSwaying, while you swiftly swerveTaste the breeze, in the airCry out to the voices, in utter despairFollow now, this burning coalInevitably, it will swallow you wholeSuch a terrifying assumptionThese threats of consumptionJust wait for the eruptionIt will cause such suctionBend what is realSo you may concealBend it in twoTo hide…
White sheets marred by ink black hair;My dreams bleed into my pillow–The forgotten and the memorably truthful–And as we lay hereNow thoughts of you are added to the vault.How we talkedOf the taste of blackberries,Wearing sandals in the snow,Broken transmissions,Drowning spiders in the sink –All of it cosmically insignificantAnd yet so essentialBecause without itI would…
Fatimah Salat, FLS student
Choen Itza Adam Gavin ‘19
you need something poeticfor your songlike seafoam green wallsbare and picture-lessa sun-soaked skyabove a crashing waterfallor a hat blown off in the winda crazy mind that can interpret numbersa child deep within the coves of slumberyou need a rhyme to make a dimesome guitar stringsand a little timesomething to sing aboutand a steady beatlike footsteps…