Poems from 18mckih

you are illuminated by a window screen in the early eveningi can see the gradients in your eyes, but they’re fuzzier, they’re darkerand i...
Dear High School, This is an open letter to you as I near graduation in five short months. Because those months will not compare to almost...
Lacy undies on the cold tile floor,The delicate pink softly laying against the harsh reality. I do this every morning, you know I look at...