July 27, 2020
The Abyss
sitting along the precipice,
my feet dangle and i lock eyes with the abyss,
my stomach tangles,
my thoughts are scrambled,
a burgundy zine
July 27, 2020
sitting along the precipice,
my feet dangle and i lock eyes with the abyss,
my stomach tangles,
my thoughts are scrambled,
June 22, 2020
Poet Priti reflects on an old flame in her poem, “Those Rains.”