by Sophie Meads | Apr 25, 2009 | Stories
Dense air blossoms in the drawer to which I am confined. Claustrophobic heat nestles between the layers, like a mouse. I am at the bottom of the hierarchy. Forgotten. Left to dwell upon my own neglect. I am a messenger of dark news for this girl whose lifetime is...
by Sophie Meads | Apr 24, 2009 | Poetry
Unity undefined. Unapproachable Indistinctive boundaries of innocence Tied unwillingly, born into this rubble Of wars reluctantly chained with conscience Unavoidably so interested Morality low, familiarity Inevitable, relentlessly led Comprehension too far, lack...
