Maggie Craig, Editor-In-Chief

When I was a girl

I used to watch mosquitoes

Land on my thigh,

And steal the nutrients

From my body.

Unaware of any diseases

They may carry.


Now that I’m older,

I watch people

With their crystal wings,

And long legs

Feast on my blood

And exhaust my thoughts,

And ideas,

And abuse my naivete.

Until they’ve drained every part 

Of my soul, my body.


Humans host the worst diseases.

The ugliest maladies.

Deceit and

False promises

Steal millions of lives

Each year.


And I’m a little girl again

Digging my nails into my skin,

As they penetrate

The iron-clad wall 

I built.

My skin, it itches.