Poems from mcloelac

THE MAGIC IS IN YOU BABY. JUST DON'T USE IT TO PULL THE TRIGGER
Fourteen.     Split cardboard boxes and hurtling down grassy hills. On the godforsaken backroad, the clouds roll by, while their ignorance...
HAUNTED BY HUMANS. FOR IN TRUTH, I KNOW NOTHING AT ALL
Seventeen.     Climbing higher and higher, quick steps, heavy steps, feeling the wind and stopping only to catch my breath. Cold skin,...