Eight to sixteen, and in-between
Without warning or consistency.
The sea flows through the valley
Land erodes, unable to handle the current.
Shame or pride barely describes
The sensation of abjecting —
Pulling the plug, letting the bathwater drain.
Neverending streams flow between
You and me and them and her.
The body so small and yet prepared —
The mind runs rampant remembering sister’s stories.
A fear of white and water develops
Dread creeps up, bubble guts.
Praying to cover all the bases,
Prayers that remain unheard even when shouted.
Nature waits for no one.
Ella Bezkorovainy is a third-year student from Brooklyn, New York City studying Comparative American Studies and Dance. Ella loves to scribble words and spirals and is hoping to get back into the habit of writing poems and little stories.
