Dying

Photograph/David Olshine

Photograph/David Olshine

Editor’s Note: This featured poetry is written by 14-year-old [name retracted] from Ireland.

this is an illusion

an echo reverberating in my brain

a nepenthe full of unknown anamneses

a cataract of pellucid thoughts 


pandora's box is open

with the dilapidated cracks of the poisoned youth

with coruscating mirrors of deformed humans

with boisterous voices yelling, dissolving, d y i n g 


no soul, no heart

a forgotten body bereft of any feelings

my vermillion eyes and mutilated wrists ;

a proof that the present is a panopticon