bodies bumping, pressed together by brutal cold, sardines flapping in a tin can. fingers flying, faces illuminated in the LED glow of a screen. hot breath, fogging the windows, as we try to warm the chill between us. so close together yet always alone. ____________________________ Thanks for reading, ~ Victoria Elizabeth


feet strike pavement, echoes of a path I used to take. running from you, or toward? both are the same mistake. why do the cracks in the concrete make me crave the scratching tickle of your kiss? escape I’m free of this illusion but you’re the lie I hate to miss. Thanks for reading, Victoria…


Walking in Leu Gardens during a light drizzle, all of the flora felt alive. This flower was too beautiful to walk by without a picture. Enjoy, – Victoria Elizabeth