Posted in 2018-2019, November 2018, Poetry

My Love

By Macy Miller

She has an old soul,
but her eyes are young.
For each step she takes,
the ground quivers
beneath her.
And if I could,
I would douse myself in all her glory,
breathe the air from her lungs
and drown in her perfume.
My love,
she’s a forest fire—
she burns me, and I love the pain.


Post Script is a magazine written, edited, and produced by the Creative Writing Department of Barbara Ingram School for the Arts. Through our articles, stories, poems, and the occasional lifehack, we have shared some of the things most important to us. There is a remarkable diversity of talent to be found in our students and their work, and we are unified by a common respect for that diversity. The editors and writers that make Post Script possible don’t have an end goal in sight, but instead a vision of a magazine that allows us to explore, learn, and grow. We have ventured into a new medium for self-expression and self-reflection, and hope that our art and the effort that went into this project will encourage, engage, and enlighten readers of all backgrounds.

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