Issue 1

last night I ran away
I laid in my bed encapsulated by my
relentless mind
begging to break free
When I am there I can do anything I
want
The world is my muse
I can escape even when there’s no
where else to go
Poem By Ella Gagliardi
L A S T N I G H T I R A N A W A Y -
Unbeknownst to me, it’s established
Its own routine
Scouring for the tiniest task to stop
nodding off into slumber, a one way
Ticket to repeating the same day,
same week, same month all over again
my imagination starved mind craves
for false realities starring my
emotional insecurities directed by my
subconscious, an award winning cast
for restlessness
in my dreams,
we were about to exchange
goodnights and I love you’syour
as I begged for you to stay
I wanted to feel your love after months
of starvation
pulling me closer with every breath
every once and a while trailing your
fingers up and down my back, melting
me into security and bliss
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but, something changed in the script-
I am compelled to tell you how perfect
you are
your beauty flows in your intention and
in your precious locks of hair
your ethic is admirable, accomplishing
every last goal in mind setting you up
for the brightest future
how could you ever think of yourself
as less than?
you will always be more than enough,
more than perfect