elise.writer

elise.writer

VT

16 years old

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  • Glass Memories

    Once, they were little things
    of beauty and wonder,
    cantering through prairie grass
    to a dainty Irish folksong.
    Once, they were fresh and vivid,
    all colors of the rainbow at once,
    gradients sifting through
  • Winter and Summer

    The cold, its tendrils of wind
    like fingers wrapping my coarse being,
    the snow, like needles prickling my skin.

    The warmth, its blossoming beauty
    like a flower in May, the sun is kneaded
    in my tender hands to become
  • Layers of Identity

    I.
    Because to you, I am just one more
    face in an ocean of blinded students.
    I swim my way to the surface, and
    I am at the top. The smart one. But
    My eyes have grayed from glazed
    over pages of studying thrust into
  • In and Out: I Can See

    Rising from the bitter winter and collecting in my chest,
    falling from chapped lips to join the frosty air,
    our breath cycles in and out, in and out, running on infinity.
    The flames keep us toasty and warm, smoke wafting up
  • Breathing

    You know too much about me.
    Too much for someone
    bound to lose themselves
    in the hierarchy of hourglasses,
    anyway. I still can't believe you did.
    My strong arms and legs
    were thin and fragile
    weak, you could call it