Poems from Is-ela
What you don’t see
You see a pair of earrings.
Small and silver with black beady eyes,
blinking slowly in the sunlight.
I see the...
Pouding, pouding, pounding away
The remains of a once loved city
Crumbling away under them
They don't even see
Eyes hopeful enough to...
You've probably heard that I am more than just me
That I can control the elements and fly
I am the queen that will change a dystopia into...