Brianna Keogh

I am me. This is my existence and my inner child is still learning and unlearning. My consciousness is made up of many layers, of…

Funnily enough, unraveling my words like a red carpet for an exquisite audience, for eyes that will step upon those intricate threads of thoughts… it…

you know, every day we inhabit this ship that bends joints, locks jaws on things that we then ingest, observes and processes, and… you know,…

vessels of passion cracked open written for ENG 395 released, this lingering taste of euphoria blazes amongst this invisible darkness and it devours my veins….

this is how I feel inside,
and this is what you see.
my mind and body has cracked,
and I am trying to mend.
we must remember
so much of the human experience
is left invisible.