This time capsule in my mind’s tomb I step inside my past, and loom grounded by olive patchwork floor always slightly off-kilter door memories of my girlhood room Do glow-in-the-dark stars illume the ceiling still? Can I presume a child pretends there once more this…

Within The Silver Glass Within the silver glass I spy the mask I wear, this perfect lie. A happy face, but it’s not me. I show them what they want to see while deep inside I slowly die. I cannot let them see me cry,…