Posted inMy Blogs Poetry The Wretched They say love is careful yet your love is vile and wrecked. We are a wreck. I can’t… Posted by Isabella Johnson August 29, 2024
Posted inMy Blogs Poetry The Grey Man I asked the grey man in front, “Why are you grey?” To my surprise, the man responded, “This… Posted by Isabella Johnson August 2, 2024
Posted inMy Blogs Poetry Blanket of Slumber The night feels young and intoxicating. As it shatters my illusion, I lie awake. The bristles of the… Posted by Isabella Johnson August 2, 2024