Mirror
My pride has been shattered Like the glass that is in my Skin, The diffused sorrow Within my Scars
You’re running me dry
I am washed away by the Dust Of the desert, The grains on my fingertips Seep through My Body. I'm preserving my pride In the little dollhouse We used to call home, And I miss the view of your Silhouette While the windows shine All over me. I feel the draft. I am preserving my compassion Within the inner workings of our Magic, That has withered away With my Dignity
My pillow eats my thoughts
Dreaming of You, Warmth I have not felt in Years. I pause— And then for a moment I Remember
Kass Garced is a sophomore English major and journalism minor originally from New Jersey. Their work mainly focuses on mental health, trauma, personal experiences and occasionally love. Their poetry serves as a place to accept the past and feel emotions purely for what they are. Garced loves music, museums, books and writing. They plan to come out with poetry books in the future, and hope that you can find peace in their writing and relate within your own experiences. For more publications follow @kasswritespoetry on Instagram.