by Lunchbox Editor | Dec 7, 2023
Walls covered in extravagant posters, a velvet tufted headboard, ruffled dresses, and heart-shaped pillows permeate the small interior of my single. My dorm is not just where I live but also my safe space, a perfectly pink cavern I can retreat to when the world around...
by Lunchbox Editor | Dec 7, 2023
A thought about a relationship I had some time ago: “You can be exhausting to be around” was what you said to me in the midst of my recovery My crawl back up to the top floor of the tower Your words so violently empty, they sharpened into scything knives and cut the...
by Lunchbox Editor | Dec 7, 2023
i’m trying to remember the first time the moon touched my heart. i think i was fourteen sitting on the balcony in my recurring dreams of dying next to my lover. but it’s all a lie to cover up my horror; i haven’t felt loved yet. i’m running up north but the horses...
by Lunchbox Editor | Dec 7, 2023
She was like sunflowers Always with her face towards the sun Big, green glasses protecting her brown eyes We drive in the car I look over at her, she doesn’t notice me I wonder if she ever did notice the way I would look at her After all, she told me it...
by Lunchbox Editor | Dec 7, 2023
Sitting there, accumulating space, one can see my pile of waste. Molded up, covered in grime, I’ve lost all semblance of time. Yet in an hour, those turquoise towels will be folded- no longer can I blame this on co-vid. Though at my core, this is unlike...
