Curtis 1 Worms By: Cailin Curtis  It’s not the street I usually go down, but for some reason, that day I turned a different corner.  I was desperate for something….anything. It was all slipping out of my control, but this, this measly turn, is something I can control. I don’t care where it leads. I guess that’s just another thing to add to the long list of things out of my control, right? “Sorry,” I mutter after bumping into a beige suit. But I wasn’t. I wasn’t sorry. In fact, I was cursing him
Cailin Curtis Worms.pdf
Pressing Poppies  by Cailin Curtis  All of my writer friends are creating wonderlands and I am  pressing poppies between pages of poetry  trying to eternalize the beauty of something before it’s inevitable and irreversible death.  I am scribbling thoughts of  love and  death and  heaven and  hell  onto napkins and coffee cups  trying to give some sort of  meaning to the meaningless  because I know that  for now  I am here,  but now is not forever  and someday here will disappear  and life will
Pressing Poppies.pdf
Cailin Curtis Pressing Poppies.pdf
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