LAST BREATH

by: Josie Alexa Bautista One, two, three, can’t count the tears that continuously falling down on her cheeks. One,two, three, can’t count the times where she was so down. One, two three, As I step into this door, I hope I am not late at all.

HEALING

by: Kizza Marru Samperoy I swallowed the lump that has been a lost man who decided to camp in my throat, I was this child who struggled to survive a storm with my little boat,