Student Works

Slowly, she slips her sweatshirt back on over her head and pulls her sweatpants up her legs.

I buried you. Destroyed you. Why are you here?

Mr. Lafayette and his assistant, Shelly were leaving an interview. Mr. Lafayette didn’t do them often. The interviewer had grilled him and pushed his back against the wall. It was …

When you truly like someone, you’ll do anything to get their attention. Even murder.

I grace grandeur with my presence As I wake up to take my antidepressants This just might be a good day

She wasn’t the most sophisticated or high-class woman, but she smelled like one.

Disentangle from it Stop crying mid soliloquy There’s work to be done Playing with plastic grass and day drinking I don’t want to rhyme anymore There was so much left …