Works written by students during the Creative Writing Studies.
Today, you wore your Sunday's best,
I used to think
The bottle is empty
When I see you,
Carved into hormones — is love our first call?
We travelled north to build machine
The future is a dream hiding in the mist,
I made two cups, as I once did—
The weight of the world is in my hand
I woke up, and the sky wasn’t blue
