The ELM

By Austen Fisher

Creeping carefully in a crumbling carcass, you are already dead. 

You are a zombie blundering around the house. 

Creak, clip, clop, creak. 

You are asleep all the time.

By Oliver Crainich

By Freya Heinzer

By Faith Truzansky

By Jasmine TornabeSucked like a vacuum, 
I held my fear,

I built up the anger you want to hold near.
Shaking and trembling is what I feel,

Purging my thoughts is how I heal.
Feelings of emptiness that have no depth,

By Multiple Authors

On a screen that isn't reality. - William Addo

Why is my body slowing down? - Sabrina Borrows

Is all lost? Or am I? - Damien Lilly

School should’ve taught us the cure. Eli Hand