Poetry
I. RAN. ZOEY COLLEA
I hid in the arms of trees for a few short days and then The tide rolled in with boats made of flesh But no one pulled me up from the water and no one Rescued me from the fluctuating air that seized my body from an enormous pull and spit me out Backwash on the shore I asked for my mother but they had branded her Dead and alive I still was and awake I still had a tiny piece of something like Life in me and so I begged my feet to run and I begged for the sun to stay a couple more hours Just in time for me to disappear and drip so far down that they must Give me planets for eyes Because I am that large
Zoey Collea is 18 years old and is currently looking to publish her first novel. She’s a freshman at Bard College in upstate NY.
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