• Poetry,  Published Submissions

    The Water

    There’s a sense of comfort in the water.  My body glides through as if it remembers me,  as if I belong.  It’s funny because I never want to get in the water,  but once I find myself within…  I can never pull myself back out.    This isn’t about the water.  – Zoë Graber Zoë Graber is a 16-year-old from Richmond, Virginia. She owns a Depop business where she sells clothes and handmade jewelry. She enjoys thrifting, journaling/scrapbooking, music, poetry and so much more. Z is a huge advocate for human rights and a proud member of the (l)gbtq+ community.  More by this artist

  • Poetry,  Published Submissions

    An Ode to my Bloody Fingers

    I’ve never been afraid to bleed. My fingers coated over with dried blood, Yellow crust. Pieces of skin poking out at every angle. But I’ve never been afraid to bleed. My young fingers mutilated with ease. I’ll tear myself apart, Layer by layer. I’ve never been afraid to bleed, Never wishing for fear. Until it comes to that dry blood that covers my fingers. I’ve never been afraid to bleed, Maybe that’s what I’m afraid of. — Zoë Graber Zoë Graber is a 16-year-old from Richmond, Virginia. She owns a Depop business where she sells clothes and handmade jewelry. She enjoys thrifting, journaling/scrapbooking, music, poetry and so much more. Z is a huge advocate for human rights and a proud member of the (l)gbtq+ community.