Poem submitted by Micah Rodriguez
The tears burn holes in my clothes.
Stains me with whatevers.
I cry for long,Too long to cry.
Treads my winds,How free am...
Poem by Zitlalli Macias / In The Ords
I have nothing to barter–A well with no water.
Only my empty hands, dripping with crimson, grasping at roses that...