Poetry
"Let the mind speak free of judgment."
"His eyes shined the way I always hoped,
in the way I’d only dreamed.
His grinning lips struck the chords of my soul—
a shimmering vibration that
I could have felt across the universe."
Kelsey Quick

"Pupils tighten
I mind my breath
his thoughts awry
tipped by death.
Does he know?
Am I so sure?
So it goes,
so obscene,
so impure."
Kelsey Quick

"Bleeding sunsets
Love to die
a beautiful martyr
a serious wonder
in my arms they cry.
Bleeding sunsets
Love to flee
Their dreadful gaze
Blurry behind
A bleary-eyed,
Misty haze."
Kelsey Quick

The adults all cry;
their breath in vain.
As it ravages our blinks
fingertips,
now dusted by disease.
A film yet to be made,
a story yet to be told.
Only yet.
Only yet.
Kelsey Quick
