Maia armistead1


New Zealand

I tell the story
Of a girl who lives
In the mind of an old man
200 years before my time
All because I read
Four pages of a leather-bound book
In the back corner of a library
When I wanted a place to
Escape to

Message to Readers

Any feedback or constructive criticism!

After Life

March 23, 2016

After long nights and open windows, after glow in the dark stars and ugly reflections in tainted glass, after promises that have turned to rust and gold that turns the colour of the sky. After what? After rubble and wreckage, blonde guitars and short dresses, permanent marker on wood. After years that felt like seconds, and pain that was never supposed to end. After life. After life. After life.


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