November 2019 – Alexis Veenendaal

It Gnaws

It gnaws at you
with hungry maw – but subtly,
inconsistently,
the monster of darkness, gray and gloom:
a loneliness drawing from light
and

“Little prince!” Mother’s sing-song voice called, echoing up the stars.
“I’m coming!” I cried, anxiousness charging my steps as I bounded do

We can maintain a firm grip on all those things that shaped us. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing–all the time. But it can be. We also have

A short poem about gender roles and expectations of youth culture in society.