The Quiet One Anonymous 10 Do You Want to Dance Melody Pan

Do You Want to Dance? Melody Pan

Leaving the Dorm Melody Pan

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Anonymous

They can’t hear your voice, even when you shout. So to silence you resort. Someday, I’ll be loud. Someday, they’ll hear and listen. You used to speak for others, now they speak for you. Voice lost, But silence says more. Disrespect, hatred: all things silence could convey, But no, you mean no harm.

Sacrifice Lily Ann Vengco

Third Grade and the Aztecs

Abby Belfer

a man laid replicas across our matted blue rug and we went up single-file to choose

I got there first -

I took the sacrificial knife, the slab of obsidian that tore beneath the ribcage and carved out a still-beating heart.

later, in therapy, after I finished a second strawberry fruit roll-up, I modeled the ritual sacrifice out of Legos.

the temple pyramid was all the colors except red, which I had to save

for the plastic man at the altar, who was brick-bleeding into the floor.

Spending My Summer Nights

Aashish Shuresh

Strolling through the trees Many miles away from home Feeling the misty breeze Wondering where to roam Enjoying mother nature