by Sevana Bagramian | May 23, 2019 | Poetry
Normally monsters are under the bed Not mineโฆ Mine are hidden inside my head. Waiting and shaking Too scared to speak Too broken to dream Itโs a sad fate Feeling lost in a place that should make you feel safe. But what do I know? Iโm only one of the millions trying to...
by Sevana Bagramian | Mar 4, 2019 | Poetry, Stories
All my life I craved to be as beautiful as a flower. I wanted the ambience, the essence, and the admiration. In the spring, I would watch the bees rushing to get a taste of all the flowers they could get. I wondered what it felt like to be craved that badโฆ I would...