By Brianna Silva X’s dog died on a Thursday. It made X very sad because they loved Thursdays. Stupid dog. X knew
By Brianna Silva The stars above my bed twinkle softly, Bathing us in glowing blues, greens and pinks. Our bodies feel like
By Steven Turner-Parker For a second, the car was completely quiet. We were heading back to UMass, swerving on those darkly-lit backroads,
Love is when her mood affects your mood, It takes over your bodyA feeling of no control, though none is wantedLove is
By Lucia Solorzano I have dreams of my veins spreading outlike the vines on my garden wall And my blood, bringing lifelike