By Ciara Earley I think I saw death this morning, While out for my morning stroll. No skull-like face, or robes, nor scythe, just A girl...

By Kuhu Sharma What was the secret? The lie I smelled Lingering upon the air. Oh, it danced with me, Ran its hands through my hair,...

By M.E.G. I pick everyone else's pieces up in the form of shoes and tears eyelashes and broken hearts put them away safely stuck back...