Poems from OliviaWenz
I sold my soul and morals
for a pack of cigarettes
I traded my loud conscience
for a well sharpened knife
I left my fears and sadness
on a...
Mayflies
are spies
for the warmer weather
They sneak into our homes
through cracks
and vents
with the intent
to make sure
no one
has become...
I stay up past the numbers of the clock avoiding eye contact with the split shadows on my walls
We’re all so lonely, caged within this...
Transparent, coloured layers
Overlapping,
Swirling,
Dragging,
Drawn out under the fluorescent lights
Like a Nile River of pages,
Slowly...
All of my insecurities
sprout from flakes of old skin;
they beg for the sunlight’s attention
from underneath my quieting hands
so that they...