Self-Inflicted

Nicole Fratrich, C’21 I. The roots of your mystery remain  And my imagination can race out   Underneath a dim, autumn sky.  II. But I believe I know deep within  Those demons that chased you to the brink.  Why did our chaotic paths rarely converge?  Now I’m left to grasp vague memories   That through the fog FeelContinue reading “Self-Inflicted”