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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() the steel house hummed with sweat. I could see my body, pink and tulle, not drunk but dizzy, hit a slate of blue air. I’m used to tall boots, so I stutter in silver. But I clung to the way you said “Woah there” like a horse's neck. On the walk home, the street lights blushed, and you were trying not to grip on too hard. Once or twice I slipped, hitting the edge of stone and cold grass. Your eyes apologized so quickly. I held that gaze like a breath, drinking its warmth in tea colors. Ones that bloomed bruises on my knees. Rum, gold, plum, and ash. I drank it all, steeping in the pavement. But soon, cups empty and clarity comes under quaint porch lights. You stared, soft and sad, like a schoolteacher. And I learned that your eyes were brown, brown as the dirt on my heels, and that sometimes people are just being kind. I guess I was too drunk to see anything even slightly more poetic than that. I'm Alex Lalli (she/her), a 17 year old senior at The Westminster School in Atlanta, GA. Writing is one of the most important parts of my life and something I truly cherish. At school, I'm the head editor of our literary magazine Evolutions, which seeks to workshop and publish any student writing in a manner that preserves the author's genuine voice. I also founded the school's Writing Club, which provides a space for writers to generate work freely and receive feedback.
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