Poems from Isabella Downey

“Dear Mr. Vernon”, Did you feel it in your knees? I felt it everywhere; twist and shout. The extreme always seems to make an impression-...
To Him. To Her. To the beginning. To the End. To the things I want to un-know.   His dad’s old guitar that he picked up and tried to play...
Sneak me in through the back. Come close and inch                 until                                 my skin...
They were like men dreaming. A black pool of unnatural animals, A little hole made for them where Blade touched bone; a drilling force....
Do you call out for help with your eyes Do your stone muscles relax Does your blood start to flow Do your eyes start to cry Do you take a...

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