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...