These days feel as if they are always. Since that year, I feel I have seen everything As if through the diligent eyes of God, …
Unrequited Reflection by Isabella Lewis
Sometimes, I see shards of you in me, Jutting out from under my reflection, Like shiny fragments of shrapnel residue, Residing, dormant, waiting to emerge …
Self-Portrait by Isabella Lewis
Diverging into crevices, rotting away, hidden. An intellectual decay, a sophisticated savage, deploring for substance, my sustenance. Longing for a cover to devour, for a …
After–Alibi by Isabella Lewis
Another lover collides with you. Iridescent, hollow eyes swallow, swimming, Slipping under the surface of a sleepless scene, A haunting dream, leaking into reality. Life …