By Aggie, TIWP Student The Red Sea tosses its bright aquamarine. It waxes and wanes in the heavy dying sunlight, placing small droplets upon my sandy knees. On days like these, I like to think about my past, how it slowly decays each time I try to piece it together; the lush grounds by the […]
The Significance of Insignificance
By Lina, TIWP Student For a second, I thought they could actually see me.That the stars were gazing down at me in quiet anticipation, as though they had mailed me a gift I had not yet learned how to open.I was never one to presume the universe was aligning itself for me. I never believed […]
Tending the Fire
By Zara, TIWP Student For a second,I thought they could actually see me.And then I remembered that they don’t care enough to look.For a second,I thought they could actually hear me.And then I remembered that they don’t care enough to listen.But they should.Open your eyes to this monstrosity,let your ears ring with the horror.We are […]
Remember Me
By Avery, TIWP Student The first thing Eli said when I opened the door was, “You still hate mornings?” I stared at him. He grinned. It was the same crooked grin I remembered from when we were ten, when he used to steal the last blue popsicle from my freezer and blame it on the […]
Spiraling
By Aggie, TIWP Student “So I assume you’re all wondering why I’ve gathered you here today.” I reach to turn up my music volume, avoiding the strange man’s gaze and clinging to the opposite corner of the elevator, trying to spread indifference across my face—a difficult task considering his odd comment. I fold my lips […]
Closure
By Kristen, TIWP Student Inspired by: Pylon and In Motion by beabadoobee Closure is a funny feeling.It’s not quite acceptance.more like the swirling of rainwaterin a storm drain on the side of the roadafter a heavy, turbulent downpour.Not the ending you wanted,but the one you knew was coming.Bittersweet in nature,like a car ride home after […]
Psychotomimetic
By Katelyn, TIWP Student I pretend to like running, but I use it as an excuse to listen to music. That’s why I usually take the stairs at any building I go to. Performative much? Maybe. That’s okay because no one needs to know how fake I am. If I didn’t force myself to run […]
Love
By Avery, TIWP Student Love. What does that even mean? What does it mean to love somebody? How can one small word carry something so enormous? We use the same word for the love we have for our parents, our friends, our pets, our favorite songs, even our favorite foods. Maybe that is why love […]
Forgive and Forget
By Zara, TIWP Student Sometimes I function as nothing more than a camera lens. The image is captured with the fluttering of a flash and a click. Pictures are developed in a dimly lit red room. They are hung on a fraying string, blowing softly from the gusts of breath. They develop overtime; the lighting […]
Warrior Worrier
By Zara, TIWP Student We are simplerun downtragic accidentally absolutely present. We are the creative genius behind the automobileand the scythes come to execute the believers. We are sheep that believe they are shepherds,the artist that draws inside the lines formed by the imprint of our fingernails. We are blooddripping from the rooftopand rain running down […]
