Fever Hotel Jaz Owens

FEVER HOTEL

JAZ OWENS

The old woman who wears a bloody shawl To get to her you must crawl Through the depths of beauty and the steeps of hell Cracked black deviance makes up her shell She will observe you within your withdrawal “I will place you in a brawl” She will say in her chilled southern drawl And take you inside her fever hotel The old woman who wears a bloody shawl You will see her in a fiery squall Fabric spectral, an abandoned mall How old she is is hard to tell You cannot mistake her sulfuric smell that trails all through the hotel halls The old woman who wears a bloody shawl

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The seed

Lillian Weatherman

The seed fell onto the ground.

Even with not one little noise on the ground Rain and thunder come about the little seed in the dirt

The seed rises to the top and decides to sprout. Weeks and months pass. I Sit Under The Tree I Have Watched Grow into a beautiful apple tree.

Jealous

By: Noel Bailey

She would sit and compare Look at all the girls with good relationships With anyone, Mom, Dad, Sister, Brother, Boyfriend, Girlfriend, Wishing that was her She would blow out dandelions Wishing for what they had Her soul fell towards people like that It was everything she wanted But couldn’t have