To the Person I Thought I Was, High school has changed you. It has made you cold. Buried beneath the layers of the façade you …
Backbone by Alexa Stephens
A backbone to hold me up, steady me slightly until I fall short of all I need to be. A backbone, or more a wishbone, …
Bitter by Alexa Stephens
When it all comes back, rushing back, bright and grand, leaving me dull and small– I hear wind chimes in the air and bells ringing …