By Sarah Baum (’18)

We all are cold, lost, and alone
In this dark, dang’rous place.
Where disasters and murder

By Lucy Brewster (’18)

an empty picture frame resting on a shelf
why is it blank?
it was not always by itself

By Ariella Rosen (’18)

Auguste considered what the soldier’d said.
It seemed so wrong for this young man to fight
And kill. Auguste was only twenty-three

By Sarah Baum (’18)

As humans, there is much we don’t know of;
There’s only so much that we comprehend.
We don’t understand life or what’s above;

By Lucy Brewster (’18)

The night was icy but I didn’t mind
Stars hung like crystals on a chandelier
The air was crisp and smelled of Christmastime

By Ariella Rosen (’18)

Peel away the plaster,
See what’s there inside.
The inside was once the outside

By Ariella Rosen (’18)

I see you there on the shelf
And I know you see me too.
I know your eyes are plastic