 Death Wish All in all you're just another brick in the wall When I was 16 Two tabs under/over Glass rained over Me, the shotgun On the table The goat in The henhouse the Grapes were eyeballs And she said Jump! She said, we Are so beautiful A carton of Camel Lights later Talent is A blowjob Under the table... Skate park Homemade halfpipe Lost inhaler, lost sister She said it--- Jump. You go first... He didn't touch You He once touched Me too Let's jump--- Look, it's like Heaven Cheekbone cracked Joey if only u wur My boyfriend A 17 year old virgin What's the point--- Looney Bin calling Me home Dark brother Or maybe my Lost father In the night. Elisabeth Horan is a poet and mother living in Vermont who has struggled with major depression and anxiety most of her adult life. Most recently, she survived severe postpartum depression which, after the birth of her second son, almost destroyed her. She hopes her poetry might let others, who may be suffering in silence, know that they are not alone. Please hang on Pain Pilgrim, there is hope. @ehoranpoet, [email protected] Amy Alexander is a poet, journalist, and visual artist. Her artwork has been shown at Baton Rouge Gallery, The Coates Gallery, The LSU Women's Center, and at the Shaw Center for the Arts. Her artwork has appeared in Cease, Cows and the cover of Mansion, forthcoming from Dancing Girl Press, in 2019. Comments are closed.
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