Nina Souza Grouès (Age: 18)

Turns out Winter isn’t in December for all of us Some grieve in Spring others on January third   But there is barely a soul exempt From ordeals worthy of collapse In every wall an aching dent Patterns shared in...

each sigh that has ever escaped my mother’s lips has set off fires in our walls that roared my name I realized today how tired they seemed of burning last night had finally fed me my own smoke by what...

How long ago was it that you last died? You can’t even remember her funeral White lillies had held the casket Your god had held his own hand Meanwhile gravestones line up in our backyards Mellow rows in all regards...

Have you met my fate? Let me introduce you Its father is a fraud, its mother a deity A crossroad between lovers in theory It’s only ever held my hand once August 10th – somehow painfully brief Still long enough...

I. Life is rather repetitive Reocurring growth and grief and glee I’ve met myself a hundred times over Each one more she than me  Every person we meet we recognize Someone yesterday bore their name Their life reads just like...

Forget the inflicted and the withheld The essence of it lies within you Life stares back only then Only once you’ve forgiven it all Let it show you its gliscening waters In the love you hand out and the burdens...

The sun wrote to us this morning Letters of unfinished days She asked if we were burning And painfully held our gaze   In silence and in light  There is little left withheld Rays unapologetically bright As ardent as it...

Les amours ne se baignent jamais deux fois dans les mêmes eaux Si ce n’est que les vagues les emportent pour souffrir doublement les mêmes maux   Alors que le fleuve est inchangé alors qu’il reste habité par ses torrents...

We’re our first house We’re our favorite teacher We’re our constant doubts and our most hated feature   We’re our daughter’s name our son’s eyes We’re our biggest shame  and the way our mother cries   We’re the snow on...

I tried calling Ophelia last night Have her whisper to me about love and madness About what it truly feels like to drown I could feel how reluctantly she picked up She said you couldn’t put words on everything  So...