In long dresses adorned with lace,
butterflies we chased.
We casted spells on the
boys we liked most.
With anyone,
I had never been this close.

As dawn approached,
so did restlessness.
Sunlight was robbed
by the clouds,
as was her magic
by the town.


I met this girl
last night at a party.
We were a distance
from the others,
talking of crystals
and tarot card covers.

She felt familiar
for some reason.
I say to her:
I feel like we’ve met before,
but I don’t know when.
I don’t even know
what season.

By Madeleine R., 19, Murrieta, CA